The horde was eager to attack. They knew they would win with their superior armaments. In their impatience to engage the enemy, they reached the field of battle first. They prepared to engage with confidence. They would eviscerate their opponents.

“Hark!” said the leader grinning fiercely at hearing a noise. “They approach!”

With weapons raised, they readied themselves.

Their eyes flew wide and their mouths gaped as the enemy appeared. They began dropping to the ground their weapons useless as the smiling, gurgling babies surrounded by tiny fluffy kittens and frisky puppies came toward them–and killed them with cuteness.

End