The Hunters

The Valley and Hunters It was by chance I stumbled into this valley protected as it was by thorny bushes poisonous snakes and scorpions a sting from them and you had five minutes to scan the sky looking or an answer Intrepid is my name and my dog`s name fearless. tired and battle scared we came down to the well and drank till we needed water no more. We met a 60 years old camel a survivor of a circus I put my dog between the camels humps to scan the landscape. I swam in the pond among amorous crocodiles till the dog barked and morally reminded me I was a human. How happy we were back then thought we had found blessedness until a shot was fired and the came collapsed blood coming out of its nostril running into the lake and forever it was polluted This the last explored place for hunters had been breach by a tractor the Portuguese hunters hated us, I picked up the dog and us found our way back to the main roads finding another valley was not easy but we had to try… perhaps Spain it is not like Portugal with inbred people who love killing things. But my dog was not well I carried it home gave it water and it did not want to eat, in the morning it was dead in my arms I think looking for bliss became too much for her tender heart-