| The Doorbell Rang
and a man in plaid asked if he could see my dad I looked down at our floor stained red and then replied "My father is dead" "DEAD?" he said. Then I replied "Would you like to hear how father died?" He looked at me, one eyebrow rose he replied "well I suppose" the wind had raisen into a gale we went outside and I began my tale "My father got up and left the house," "with intent to shoot a Sunday grouse." "A hunter who was out for deer," "chose to drink a case of beer." "He shot my father in the head," "and left him lying stone cold dead." "He then came here to tell us why" "his aim had gone so awry." "I feel he felt genuine dread" "while telling us dad was dead." The salesman sighed and wiped an eye, "How long ago did he die?" I thought of dad buried in the snow, and responded "About 2 days ago." "My father dead and we had no grouse," "and his killer was standing in our house." "Hungry and angry; we saw red," "and simply ate the hunter instead." "As for you you'd better pray." "Because we haven't eaten yet today." |
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