Chimp Supremacy

Opportunity Knocks 2 days later. Dawn. Knocking on my door. It was one of those days I chose to get up, and watch the sunrise. So, I was very awake. Sipping micro-nuked tea. And contemplating what cereal I was going to use, for my not so famous cliffochino. Puzzled, but not really expecting another fed invasion, I opened the door. And suddenly in the doorframe, was a chimp pointing a .38 at me. I instantly noticed that some (or all) of the chambers had bullets in them. I managed to stay calm. Probably calm enough, that I didn’t have the fear scent on me. Except the gun, he didn’t seem to be threatening. I calmly and soothingly said, “Take it easy boy”, several times, as I signed “Let’s sign/talk”. The chimp gave a chimp-grin. Signed . Then reached into his backpack with his other hand. I was so tunnel-visioned on the gun, that I hadn’t noticed the backpack, even though it was almost as bulky as he was. A large kid’s school type. He fished out, and threw to me, a folded paper. Which I caught. It was hand printed, fairly legible, masculine scrawl. I don’t like sign language. I only have a 700 or so word sign vocabulary. (About 400 words more than mine!) But I write good. And if you speak American English, I understand it very well. I said, “Put the gun away. Let’s talk. I heard about you on the news. I want to help you." ... As hoomie handlers crossed into our side of the fence. The 200 soldier chimps open fired with civilian version M-16s. The 4 chimp handlers were turned into hamburger. But most of the bullet barrage was directed at where they knew, or suspected, other hoomie soldiers to be. In less than a minute, the chimps had killed or wounded more than their number. The hoomies fled in panic. Losing more than a few more. The reserve units and officers, managed to pull back together, a thin picket line, 300 meters or so away from the farm. If the chimps had charged, or even if someone snuck up on one, and yelled “Boo!”, the hoomies would have routed again. The smart thing to do, would have been to charge thru the hoomies. Then run and hide. And keep running and hiding. But the JC breed chimp was chosen more for expendability, then brains or military strategy and tactics. What he did do, was inspire, and order his troops, and fight like a tragedy bent Viking. In about 15 minutes, the other hoomies gathered up, as many as they thought they could spare. Which wasn’t so many. About 400 hoomies, with some heavy weapons, such as belt loading M-60 machineguns. The confusion of my deserted chimp farm, had them sending all kinds of troops chasing “ghosts”. And they counter attacked the chimp soldiers. The attack turned out to be a thick ranked frontal assault. (Everyone was following orders.)