Their parachuters landed by the millions, quickly uniting into armies of soldiers that filled the land shoulder-to-shoulder. I made a successful attack a couple of days ago, only to find that some had merely played dead and stood in defiance as proud as ever after I had passed. Hidden sticks and stones as well as swarms of mosquitoes came to the dandelions' aid. Some dandelions hid near rocks and crevices that even my awesome lawnmower could not overcome. I will have to resort to more precision strikes with the weedwhip to put those nests to temporary rest.
You see, I'm not willing to resort to chemical warfare. As a student of history, I know all too well that such extremes often have deleterious side effects, even to the side that used them. Also, many WMDs would wipe out many of the innocent plants whose presence I enjoy (which the dandelions seem to know as some of them use those more pleasant plants as plant-shields). No, I am set to do this the hard way so that innocent plants can be spared as much as possible.
Today's battle was ghastly. Dandelion stalks were everywhere, strewn across the lawn. Yet for all the carnage, already tonight, I can see some of them who laid low already beginning to stand tall again. As Plato wrote "Only the dead have seen the end of war."