Genocide of a Peaceful Race

Its a beautiful peaceful day for the small race called the Pauci. Through the morning they all went about there daily jobs. Some sewing, some building, some making candles, some making beautiful boutiques of flowers. The time of the year was here, everyones favorite time of the year that is. The time of the harvest. Every year in celebration of a wonderful harvest the colony would have a great feastival with food and games and other joyus activities.

The peace was disturbed this year by a farmer running back yelling something the other had a hard time making out, due to how far he was. He continued yelling until everyone in the colony could hear him. He ran through all the streets, through all the colony, yelling the last words anyone would want to hear. "The crops are dead! The crops are dead! Burned to a crisp, every last on of them!"

Mothers wept, children cried. Grown men worried for their families started to shed tears as well. They all knew what it meant. No crops means that they wont have more food till next year. They would have to ration all the food they have and try to survive the next year. They also knew, no festival will take place this year.