When the canons stopped firing, a strange hush fell over the battlefield. The eerie silence was broken only by the occasional cry of a wounded soldier, or the harsh call of a buzzard circling overhead. King GarGar admired the intelligence of the vultures. They knew that if they followed an army, then they’d have a feast at some point in the near future. The King shuddered and crossed himself. When it became clear to both sides that they were so evenly matched that mutual destruction would be the result of a continued conflict, they parleyed an end to the hostilities. GarGar allowed the enemy to exit the battlefield unmolested.
“Let them go home,” said the King. “I think they’ve learned their lesson.”