He lay in the grass, watching, waiting. He aimed, and as he looked at it, he felt sorry for it. But that didn’t last long, as next second, it was lying on the ground, still as a tree.
This is what he had to deal with for 556 days, eating and killing, until he was found, sleeping in a tree, hiding from the wild.
This is a story I had to do for writing. It is about a small part of the day of 211. I hope you find it interesting, even if it is short.
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