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In the fifth year of the reign of the great Khomyakovil the Third, son of Lapovlastny and grandson of Shchekotrjasny, this occurred:
The hordes of vile flies, bearing medals MYX on their chests, rose from the graves, and their eyes shone like the coals of the abyss.

They marched in columns, noisy like a storm, their wings beating the air like drums of war.
And a great fear seized the land, for the people said: "Who will stand against the cloud that descends from the graves?"

But five hamsters arose, glorious warriors, raised on crumbs and seeds.
They gathered back to back, holding in their paws small but fearsome cannons, and said:
"Let this battle be remembered for ages!"

And their cannons thundered, and thunder fell upon the ranks of flies.
One of the creatures, struck down, fell down, spinning in its death.

And then the younger hamster, a young warrior, raised the cannon to the sky and shouted in a loud voice in a foreign tongue:

“Flush away, scumbag!”

And his words entered the chronicles and were recorded, so that descendants would know how a small flock of hamsters stood against the cloud of winged abominations.