is a collaboration by Daniel Morrow and Nick Johnson. We like collaborations.
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The fourth hunter disposed his bullet and through
the pampous grass, pompously asked "am i killing myself with this gun?
for where will all the tigers be when the last hunt is done
gritzag uld jaun*?"
The tiger growled and flashed its eyes,
"don't worry little man** this is the guise of nature with her
ticklish thighs, she will by nature precure a prize and practise it's
prey on your demise"
* wise old tiger
**the tiger is being ironic