In the great world of Tundlesea they make statues of lemons. Lemons revered with godlike awe and worshipped daily with song and prayers.
The lemon grows and flourishes within trees as far as the eyes can see – from the beaches of Sandflabber to the mountains of Peaksbring.
White marble lemons decorate roads and walls bringing safety and comfort and pride of all who live within the great enclosure.
There are no humans in Tundlesea, for this is a world made up of animals entirely. And not any animals that you would recognise. This is a separate universe where carbon is not the main building block of life.
It is lemons.
Everything comes from Lemons. Lemons are their god and lemons are their love. Lemons are all that anyone in the strangely sentient World of Tundlesea cares for and as such, no war.
(Which is pretty much a human thing – I’ve never seen a gang of foxes take on a gang of otters. Just does not happen)
Only love and lemons and statues of the fruit that brings peace to this glorious world. Also the lemons are blue.