This is also posted at Delores' site, Under the Porch Light. I had so much fun with it that I decided I would put it up here as well. Please please go to that site to see what some great writers create!!!
“Griz” lit the stacked logs, then stepped back to enjoy
the blaze in the fireplace. His old
cabin glowed in the light, and Griz inhaled the scent of spruce. Ah, the memories this place holds.
Griz gazed around at the walls laden with his
collection of antlers. The glass eyes of
dead bucks reflected a sense of anger. You
bastard.
There was a knock at the door and Griz wondered who
would be out at this time of night. He
swung open the door and his jaw dropped.
There, in the moonlight, stood a massive gathering of bucks. In the lead was the biggest buck Griz had ever seen.
There, in the moonlight, stood a massive gathering of bucks. In the lead was the biggest buck Griz had ever seen.
It stood on its hind legs, and it held a bully club in
one front hoof, slapping it onto the other hoof.
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“Griz, we’ve come for revenge.” And with that, the deer charged into the
cabin.
Crashes and screams lasted a few minutes. Then all was quiet.
**I grew up
in a county noted for deer hunting. Even
sports celebrities flew in to hunt there.
