My Cardboard Balcony

Stir Well by Belinda Roddie My secret recipe for war needs more than ammunition: It requires a weak man or two, both prone to sweet sedition. Just hang their desires on a string and spark small provocations. When their sand castles are threatened, they'll drink oceans to wreck nations.

"Fire at will!" the captain screamed. "Can't!" barked his second. "We don't have the firepower!" "Then throw the whole load at 'em!" he shrieked. He was then stunned to see a shower of empty rifles, shotguns, and pistols rain down upon te enemy forces, hitting a few of them in the temples. "Well," the captain muttered. "My army's full of idiots."