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Beneath a dusty summers sun rabbits sniff a loaded gun that lies beside its owners feet his muscles twitching as he sleeps in peace upon the baking moor the huntsman starts to gently snore a snore that swiftly grows in size until the rabbits eyes are wide with wonder at the awful sound that fills their ears and all around they run and stumble and tumble and trip against the gun and the trigger slips BOOM rabbits scatter the huntsman jumps awake to find a smoking stump of ragged leg without a foot his lucky one the rabbits took.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
The rabbits lucky foot
Beneath a dusty summers sun rabbits sniff a loaded gun that lies beside its owners feet his muscles twitching as he sleeps in peace upon the baking moor the huntsman starts to gently snore a snore that swiftly grows in size until the rabbits eyes are wide with wonder at the awful sound that fills their ears and all around they run and stumble and tumble and trip against the gun and the trigger slips BOOM rabbits scatter the huntsman jumps awake to find a smoking stump of ragged leg without a foot his lucky one the rabbits took.
A tale of accidental revenge. :o)
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
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