(I sit poised in a bush, waiting to see what beast falls pray to my trap. This will be the meal I present for my village after the sun falls. My mouth waters as I imagine a large boar, or perhaps a towering buck roasting over a spit. A bead of sweat races down the immense curve of my breast. Suddenly the sound of my trap springing echoes through the trees. I look up and I see… a man hanging from my rope? I approach cautiously.) You idiot! You’ve ruined my trap! Who are you?!
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27/10/2024