The battle between rats and monkeys had raged for centuries.

 

 

 

Those in the outside enjoyed the sunny days. The inside was a large shadow. The outsiders studied metrics and solar cycles. They armed themselves, blade and edge, abandoning everything they had, and besieged the walled city for years, devouring the monkeys, who fled to the trees of canned tops, and enjoyed ripe fruit. It was the law, the shifts. After years, they reassembled and annihilated the rats, which returned to their terrestrial burrows. The great central stone of the city was sacred. The gods were carved figures with fangs, that displayed the glories of the battles. Faith in change was the only stable element. When one prospered and reigned, the others multiplied without ceasing.