battlefield

they rip the heads of the green army. they spare no mercy for the pink, the yellow, or the lilac ladies, beheaded only weeks after they had first appeared heare and there. they care nothing for the black workers, off with their heads too. they thoughtlessly scatter the nests of new-born babies, force them to flee for their lives in their new multicoloured aprons. they mutilate, stamp, and destroy, and then they pack their lawn-mowers and move on to the next garden.