The Boy tossed them both into the Toy Chest—a cavernous, wooden sanctuary where the war always ended. As the lid closed, Grunt looked at the Alien Commander. The enmity of the battlefield faded in the warmth of the pile of stuffed animals.
“Same time tomorrow?” the Alien seemed to ask in the silence. toy-soldiers-complete
The soldiers didn't blink—partly because they were molded that way, but mostly because they were disciplined. Corporal "Lefty" (who had lost half an arm to a teething puppy in '24) checked his plastic bayonet. “Movement on the flank, Sir!” Lefty whispered. The Boy tossed them both into the Toy
The enemy was formidable: the Galactic Raiders, a ragtag group of neon-purple aliens with oversized heads and translucent blasters. They held the strategic high ground of the Ottoman Cliffs. “Same time tomorrow
The standoff lasted an eternity. Then, a beam of light cut through the room.
“Man down!” Grunt cried silently. “Ignore the beast! Advance!”