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In this battalion, curiosity always beat sleep.

– What are you all doing here? – Alangazar asked, scratching his head.

– Isn’t it obvious? We’re eavesdropping, – yawned Sergeant Cat the Werebeast, swatting a fly off his ear. – That wasn’t just talk. You told a whole ballad with your bass.

– Yes, yes! – said Melody the Drummer Fairy, tapping a rhythm with her wings. – We heard everything from behind the bushes! Wonderful story!

– At first we thought you were singing about a bridge… – added Pixel the Ballet Dwarf. – Then we realized it was the truth. And you know, true stories make the best fairytales.

Cinderella smiled, stepped onto the porch step, and looked over her battalion:

– Today, you didn’t just hear a tale. You heard a living memory. A memory of a giant who chose help over destruction, care over ego. Let the story of Alangazar’s grandfather live in this battalion.

Then she said loudly:

– From this day forward, the bridge over the Star River near the western barracks shall be named Gazar Bridge!

The soldiers applauded. Even the picky goat-cartographer bleated with joy.

The next morning, one of the soldiers chalked a message on the headquarters signboard:

“Fall on us, if you wish to become a bridge.”

(A popular saying in Cinderella’s battalion)

From that day on, every new recruit heard the story. Everyone knew who Alangazar was. And everyone, when crossing Gazar Bridge, bowed – not out of fear, but out of respect.

The Fox Scout and the Great Cholesterol Story

In Cinderella’s battalion served a very peculiar fox – named Fox. He was human-sized, wore a tilted cap, and always kept his paws in his pockets. In reconnaissance, he was unmatched: he could sneak into any fortress, gather intel, and never stain his collar.

Fox was known not only for spy exploits but also for his tales – cheeky, clever, and always with a moral.

One evening by the campfire, someone asked:

– Fox, were you always in the military?

The fox grinned and snapped his fingers:

– Oh no. Once, I was just a fox… with ambition.

I had a human friend – kind, generous. I proposed a plan that, to me, seemed very reasonable:

– Let’s eat our livestock one by one – first yours, then mine.

The man agreed. We feasted on his sheep, goats, and chickens – stews, kebabs, even noodle broth. But soon, his livestock was gone.