Friday, 22 May 2009

Confessions of a woodland mammal


I have a confession to make. I'm in love with someone I shouldn't be. Oh, how handsome he looks in his red coat, on his dark horse! I cannot help it. Even as he blows his horn and his hounds chase me, jaws snapping I always steal a backward glance.
 

7 comments:

  1. Confessions of a woodland hunter

    I have a confession to make. I'm in love with someone I shouldn't.

    Oh, how beautiful she looks in her red fur coat, darting between the trees.

    I can not help it. Even as I blow my horn and the hounds give chase, part of me wants her to escape.

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  2. I would think he wants to catch her though, because hunters think in straight lines only.

    :)

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  3. There's the conflict. Harry Hunter was born to hunt and think in terms of linear destiny - yet, the very act of hunting exposes him to free will and challenges his views on destiny - very complex character, this Harry

    :-)

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  4. You have a more optimistic vision of hunters.
    Optimistic but vastly less beautiful I should say. :P

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  5. he can't forgive her...
    great story :)

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