A Day at Work

We were creeping quietly down the log, good thing this morning there hadn't been fog. As we look down the river and peer, we jump and shout, expressing our cheer.
As we approached the moose, we walk in silence. Some people would think this is animal violence. As we shoot, we get the kill. Selling the meat, we can now pay our bills.





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