He could appreciate the feelings of the squirrel, which probably had been imprisoned in a hollow of the tree all day long, listening to this tremendous battle, and squirrels were not used to such battles.

It was a trifle that made him laugh, but everything was out of proportion now.

Life did not go on in the usual way at all.

The ordinary occupations were gone, and people spent most of their time trying to kill one another.
He rubbed his hands across his eyes and cleared them of the smoke.

The battle was certainly over for the day at least, and neither he nor his comrades had sufficient vitality yet to think of the morrow.