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The Hunting Trip

Daddy went hunting. Mamma went too. Daddy got a deer, but Mamma got two. Mamma told her story while Daddy stood by looking like at any time he was gonna cry. We all thought "He's jealous he only got one." But, Daddy had a reason he didn't shoot his gun. The buck was at his blind. He seen him at close range. The path was clear and all at once Daddy felt something strange. He knew that she was waiting over in her stand. He had bagged so many deer. Her fate was in his hands. He tossed a stick to scare the deer. He sat and watched it run. He prayed she wouldn't miss her shot (OR HER HUNTING DAYS WERE DONE!) He sat patiently waiting for the gunshot near her stand. When he heard her yell "I GOT ONE!" he finally unclenched his hands. The deer was his gift to her although she never knew, why Daddy only got one deer and she got two.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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