Sometimes we need to lose the small battles inorder to win the war. I slouch against a tree. I’m honestly feeling really good about myself right. I’m full now from all the basketballs, but I know I will need more tomorrow. I mean there really isn’t anything to regret, you never know, I might just become a new species being born into the world, the first one before many. The round, soft color of the moon becomes very vivid behind the clouds. I doze off to sleep.
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         Present day. 0800 hours. Soccer ball war camp.
“Soccer ball Johnson, reporting for my aerial report. Still clear so far. I have seen him lately. ”
         “Lieutenant, this camp was specifically meant to find him. I almost wanted for you to have seen him. I haven’t slept for days because of this for days. Do you know how scared the children are? What do you think the council members are saying? Everyone has seen what he did to the basketballs in the local reports. So get back out there lieutenant and don’t come back until you’ve found him.”
         “Yes sir.” As I walk outside, I can smell the horrible stenches of the war camp. It was like a sauna. We had positioned the camp on the edge of the turf field. It was established a couple weeks ago when we had reports from a basketball survivor. The reports stated a ball eater was on the loose. I rolled into my squad truck where the rest of the squad members were loitering and we headed out into the field by truck for surveillance.
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A new morning. I embarked from under my tree into the blossoming Fields of flowers. I hear lots, and smell too, things like dew on the grass or the sound wild deer running about. Suddenly though I hear an unsuspected sound. Sounds like a roadway with cars, although I can not be sure. With my stomach grumbling I head back over to see what the commotion is. As I come closer I have disbelief, it really is a road. An old one it is, there is lots of overgrowth all over. As I climb onto the road I see something on the road far up along the way. I pursue it. As I creep closer I see that it is a car. And as I get closer I see something very, intriguing. It is an armored vehicle. Not the regular kind of car you view on the road every day. I get even closer. I start to realize what this car is doing, it's one of those cars that I had heard about recently and seen often the distance, it was one of the soccer ball’s car. More and more recently as I have lived in this field I've seen soccer balls specifically almost rallying, and more and more sightings of them about. Word must've gone out about the basketballs, i will not let a slip up like that happen again. This is been the fifth sighting of one of these armored cars that I've seen but is been the first want up close. That means only one thing, available food. I pursue it with even more speed now as a burning desire starts burn in my heart. It was like slow-motion even though the pursuit was fast. One of the back soccerball drivers spots me, and yells to the others and has the others look back, I kick on a burst of speed and jump to the car. They don't know what's happening, slowly from the back into the front of the car i consume and each soccer ball individually, savoring the taste.I look right into his eyes of the scout at the end of the car and he looks right into mine, for a second, then it is all over. I proceed down the road. Man that was good, I've never eaten a whole car before, of course it was the balls that was a delight. I hope no commotions from the car.

I continue down the road and I hear screaming and screaming all over. I look up and I don't believe my eyes, it was a watch tower with a soccer ball scout on top of it! He started running around and slid down the rope , I run up to the tower and start to climb up, and as I do the ball zip lines down. In my cumbersome mass I knocked down things on the tower, purposely though I knocked down the antenna hoping nothing messaged to the base camp of the soccer balls. I pursue the soccer ball over one of the legs of the tower, and slowly I crashed down. It's a one on one hunt now, I can't let the soccer ball get back to the Camp because if he does everyone will know. Running down the road the soccer ball with pure fear doesn't even look back. With a horrible fear of myself I start to see the camp ahead of us, the soccer ball able to roll has an advantage. Still behind him now he runs into the camp and it's too late. Although my instincts tell me otherwise. The ferocity like never before charges me headfirst into the camp,  being driven by hunger. I turn a corner and before my eyes I see the worst possible scenario. The general. I pause right in my tracks. Now I have seen this man before, on lots of separate scout missions. It's like those old western standoffs you'd see sometimes. Me in the General, circling. The other ball ran off, I will find him later. The captain's name is Stutoff Blusdory.

Immediately he took a shot with his handgun. He shot the very left corner of me. A giant chunk of me blew right off but surprisingly I didn't feel any pain. It was the oddest sensation, like whenever you're super amped up and get hurt you don't feel it first. Of course it felt very odd for part of me to be splitting off no doubt. There was just no pain. Then confusion came to my head, I start seeing two things, almost like I did for pairs of eyes. In one of the visions I was seeing myself and the other the captain, I looked behind me and saw the other a blog was facing right at me. And I couldn't believe it. Was I two different red blobs! With pure excitement I soon realized that I can feel the blob that got shot off me, and, and if I tried really hard I can make it move. Immediately I made it charge right at the captain. Shocked and overthrown, The captain wrestled with the mini red blob. I slowly crept up to them. The captain was screaming and trying to get away, but there is no one to help him.  The ball and the blob rolled all over, slowly the red blob consuming the ball. Then I jumped on the whole scene, eating the soccer ball, and the other red blob joined back into me. I never knew I could do that.

I return back to my little hideout in the field satisfied with the defeat of the soccer ball camp.
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The next day
   0600 hours, outside soccer          camp

" I can't believe it."
"What?"
"That the soccer balls have been destroyed."
The two of us stayed in silence, as we looked upon the ruined camp. it was all destroyed. The two bowling balls observe the camp alone in silence. Slowly they rolled away.
" I think it would be time to initiate Protocol Judgement."
"You think?"
Again they both looked out at the camp.
"Yes, we are calling in the Imperial Redville Republic, the town of Redville."
The two avoid balls rolled over the hill, and slowly rolled away from the scene.
The two bowling balls roll head, and slowly one by one the tennis ball camp receded  back. In a convoy of vehicles the bowling balls head out with their group, to the capital of the tennis balls, Ballcourt. There they will meet with the Chancellor ball in his Council to approve judgment.
While the red blob was oblivious to this plan, others were not, for red giant eating blobs can also be, BLUE, and as the bowling left slowly crept on a new creature, 6 blue blobs per say, witch combined into one, one death, one trial by blue.