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The Hunt
One day at my favourite drinking haunt, I met a guy wearing boots that made all envious, crocodile boots these were, he did flaunt, determined to get the truth and extremely jealous. I pushed my way through the staring crowd asking him twice just to make sure, I shot him myself, he confirmed aloud, I now wear his boots he did reassure. So off I went to purchase a rifle, to get myself boots and to also show off, first to find a crocodile how delightful, to every person around I will scoff. Off on my hunting trip I went, by the closest river I was to patiently stay, in my truck over our local border I was sent, prepared for action I waited night and day. For this special moment to get my crocodile, finally my fashionable dangerous croc appeared, in the bushes, I was camouflaged in style, I cocked my rifle, as I squeezed and quietly cheered. I fired and breathed a sigh of satisfying relief, off I ran to collect my victim boots and to my dismay, as I rolled my treasure over like a thief, what a grief no boots were worn by my prey. 28/10/2016 Sponsor - Casarah Nance Contest - The Hunt
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