Over the weekend I decided to take a stroll down to the village green only to discover this!
At first I thought that those Occupy Wall Street humans had accidentally mistaken our quaint New England town for the home of a corrupt bad loan lending bank.
My alarm increased when I observed that large weapons had been wheeled out and were pointed towards the Unitarian Church.
Could it be that these were not Occupy people but religious zealots intent on causing historical building mayhem?
But on closer examination of the inhabitants, I discovered that they were actually soldiers.
When momma saw them she shouted "Oh, Dexter! Yankees! At Tara!"
I'm used to ignoring her babbling.
I set to making friends with the Yankees, one of whom was quite skilled at the art of ear scritches.
I inquired whom they might have mustered to do battle with and my attention was directed to this motley crew.
Friends, yours truly usually avoids profanity; being of the opinion that such speech is for feeble minded souls who lack a true grasp of the English language.
However, the picture below caused my black leathery lips to let loose a howl of anguish...
The threat of being overrun by Johnny Rebel forces suddenly became all too real once I learned that Miss Puddles was their commander in chief.
I hurried to the lounging tent to alert the Colonel that he must desist with his cigar smoking indulgences at once and take the threat at hand more seriously. I confess that the expert head rubbing and back massage administered by the Colonel and his second in command distracted me a somewhat from my mission.
So, after a quick snuffling about for foodables, I was away.
I did hear the canons booming later in the day and have advised momma to pack her pistol should we venture that way again.