The root of the problem began innocently enough with just a single yellow top on the green, but their numbers grew with each advancing year.
A battle plan began to stir in the mind of one least expected.
The yellow tops were young and had no idea what awaited them, nor of the technique proven over time used by their opponent, so they just looked up and calmly stood their ground.
The adversary, sporting her knee-high black garden boots and wearing her broad-brimmed sun hat to cover her angelic-like hair, knelt on the ground and bowed her frail body directly over her victim.
She calmly started the process of elimination and determinedly thrust the end of the large handled screwdriver at the root of the problem.
Those destroyed were overcome by the darkness around them and unable to give a cry of alarm to try to save even one of their own for her grandchildren to blow into the wind.