Alright, here we are at Friday already. I read the prompts and immediately thought of an old memory from my time in the boy scouts. Don’t hate, my troop was awesome.
-Dinner-
Bird screams it’s last,
a final trill Murderous sling
in hand, I eat well.
As always, this is for Ronovan at:
See you all next week!
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Well if you eat it…. My dad always says don’t shoot what you don’t intend to eat.
One of the things my scout troop used to do in order to test its members, was leave the prospective kid alone in the woods (they did watch, but I didn’t know that at the time) with an egg, a knife, 2 matches, and some string… for a weekend. The challenge was to survive. You could of course, survive with just the egg… or you could survive in style.
I survived in style.