Bart's Demise

I have decided to try, once again, writing some AtB based flash fiction. I'd really like to try and work my way up to an actual short story, but as they say... 'You must crawl before you walk, walk before you run...'

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Bart had waited for hours in the snow covered branches of the pine; waiting for a courier to pass by on the road below. The mutant squirrel had been given the unenviable task of making sure that documents bound for the Empires capitol did not reach their destination. He died quickly from a snipers bullet.