And the battle raged onward...

It was going to be an ugly battle. With courage gathered, they marched upon the battlefield, prepared to die for honor and bravery. They knew they had to conquer their foe before they themselves fell. With one last breath, they leaped forward into the fight, roaring their battle cry. WOOF! WOOF! Oh yes, the casualties were many lying strung across the field of glory, dismembered parts in crevices across the land of "Living Room" & "Study". It was a gory sight and the healer stopped at the edge knowing that surgery skills would not be enough to save their enemy. There would be no talking and spilling of secrets today. With a final mighty death shake, the last few bits of entrails flew across the field to land at the feet of the healer. In the euphoria of their victory, the white knights celebrated vigorously with many games and festivities. Throughout it all though was the knowledge that legends were made this day, to be passed from mother to pup for generations to come. The Battle of the Knotted Rope would never be forgotten.

Finally, despite their differences, the white knights were solemn as funeral services commenced and their enemy entered the black bag of no return. Sir Knotted Rope was a worthy opponent and deserved the respect of a warrior. There would be future battles upon the field of "Living Room" but in this moment, war was set aside for peace. It is this peace that the healer hopes will let the white knights rest comfortably -- hopefully very soon -- so this storyteller can also find her rest before the rooster crows.

(Storyteller's note - No, I'm not drunk or otherwise inebriated. If these yahoos would settle down and sleep maybe I'd stop being used as a spring board for further acts of aggression!)