Climate Champions By L.P. Corcoran A suffocating aura of misery and disgust hung heavy in the air, the bitter scent of smoke clawing at the sloths nostrils. The atmosphere was foul, forcing everyone to grimace as if they’d bitten into something sour. Overhead, a blanket of grey slowly smothered the once vibrant cyan sky, while a cold, sharp chill crept up their spines like a sly gremlin. For miles, animals gazed in despair at the devastating state of their homes. Everywhere, families huddled around the remnants of their lives, tears streaming down their faces as they stared in horror at what had become of their once beautiful surroundings. All that remained was a barren stump, a pitiful stump. The enemies stood nearby, laughing without remorse for the destruction they had wrought. Axes in hand, they mindlessly loaded tree after tree into the backs of their trucks, oblivious to the depth of the harm they were inflicting. Or perhaps they knew and didn’t care. After a...