The cold grew stronger as the war went by, snow falling gracefully from the sky.

You hear a rustling in your farms barn, where your chickens are. You then walk in to see an unknown soldier there, grabbing your chicken’s eggs quickly. He notices you, he drops a few eggs from shock, and from fear as well.

“Die Eier..they look nice right?” he said nervously as he looked at you, not wanting to start anything.