Hunting Season Comes

Beware the bears

Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash

“What do you mean, we’re going to eat him?”

“Relax. No one will ever know we did it.”

“But I don’t like the taste of humans. They’re greasy and way too salty. Besides, I don’t like chasing into the woods to find a hunter who’s alone and too drunk to fight us.”




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Anne Chisom

Anne Chisom

Writing on whatever strikes my mood, from politics to humor (or a combination of the two), to spirituality, or whatever else shows up. Retired, not in retreat.

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