In a Troupe of Towering Trees
Teal’c thundered through the thick troupe of trees to trample two To’kra that had taken turns taunting two teammates.
“For foul forms of filth from which flowed fast from you to fond friends, FREEZE!”
“Have heart, hearty, heighty hero who has hurled hurtful heartless halfwits whole hectares from here. We were woefully wrong when we witlessly wielded words which were unwise. Reconsider our wrong…
Of us, accept our apology, oh altruistic ally.”
The seasoned soldier sized-up their sympathetic summon. Seeing sincerity in their solemn stance, Teal’c then signaled his satisfaction.
In a troupe of towering trees, a truce was tempered.
The End
