A general is in his office drawing plans. Under his fingers the red arrows of the future military operations cover the entire globe and greedily eat it up. The general is pleased. The orders are written. The officers salute and take them around to the various units. However, instead of shots ringing out, and the roar of jet planes filling the air, a merry swarm of lovely paper darts in the shape of swallows drifts into the general’s study. He realizes with horror that these are his orders, which the common soldiers have used to make paper swallows.