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“I thought I told you to stop
following me,” she told him as she marched into the woods. She didn’t even turn
around to address him.
“I’m just curious, okay,” he
admitted. “Plus, these woods are pretty close to my grandparent’s house, so I
wanted to make sure the ghosts don’t get them.”
“First off, I’m not hunting ghosts
today,” she corrected him, but still refused to look at him. “Second, I told
you to stop following me.”
“I promise you won’t even know I’m
here,” he tried to assure her, “I’ll even-” He was cut off by her hand suddenly
coming over his mouth.
“Shush, it’s here,” she warned, “if
you want to make yourself useful, hold this open for me.” She handed him a
small cage while she pulled out a metal grabber. With the tool in hand, she
carefully stepped forward towards a nearby bush. As she neared the bush rustled
slightly, at that moment, she decided to pounce. She disappeared into the
shrubbery, which shook violently until she shouted, “got you, you little
bastard!”
“What’s going on?” He looked on in confusion
as she pulled herself out of the bush with a death grip on the grabber.
However, whatever she had caught was still lodged in the shrubbery, held in
place only by the grabber.
“You idiot open the cage,” she
ordered, to which he quickly relented as she hoisted her catch, dropped it into
the cage, and snapped the lid shut. With the mysterious target captured, she
smiled as she held up the cage to her face.
“Wait is that?” He finally got a
good luck at the creature, it resembled a rabbit, but it had a pair of
deer-like antlers, “that’s a Jackalope.”
“Another insightful observation as
always,” she mocked him as the jackalope fidgeted inside the cage.
“But, I thought those were just made
up as a joke,” he stated.
“Nonsense,” she countered, “horned
rabbits have been observed for centuries. While only on a technicality, they
still count as a mythical creature and are under my jurisdiction. Can’t let
some random hunter find this. Don’t want to give those cryptozoologists
anything legitimate to work with now.”
“Seriously, this was your important
mission?” He questioned her, “it’s just a little rabbit with horns. Why were
you so adamant on keeping me away.”
“Well first off, if you haven’t
noticed, I find you very annoying,” she admitted, “and second.” She held up the
cage, which the jackalope was bouncing around at high speeds. “Try to imagine a
football star chucking the ball at full force towards you, now imagine the
balls has horns.”
“Oh, I get it, sorry,” he apologized
sheepishly, “so what are you going to do with it?”
“Well
it’s about 20% venison and 80% rabbit meat so,” she explained.
“Seriously?”
He freaked out.
“I’m
kidding, they’re endangered,” she laughed, “I know a place that’ll take it off
my hands, let’s leave it at that.”
“You
are involved in some strange things,” he exclaimed.
“I
know,” she agreed.
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Sometimes truth and fiction are identical and sometimes your snipe hunt is successful.Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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