One sunny day a hunter went tromping through the muddy woods. His camouflage clothes blended nicely in the trees. Carefully he moved his brown boots one at a time until he reached a large rock. Sweat trickled down his forehead while he hugged his rifle closely to his chest, scanning the wooded area, trying to find some game.
Hours were flying by and his stomach was starting to growl, but, he didn't want to give up. Not yet...As six o clock turned to seven the sun started to set. His hat all of the sudden became a nuisance so with quick movements he took it off and wiped his damp hair.
As his watched read seven thirty, his pocket began to ring. Muttering something under his breath he quickly answered the phone. "Yeah?" He answered furiously as his eyes scanned the now dim area around him. "Boris what are you doing? The kids are starved and frankly so am I. How long does it take you to pick up meat at the market?"
The hunter said nothing for a moment as he heard his wife say something to their children. What did she mean the market, he thought. Didn't she say she wanted fresh meat? He said as much to his wife. "Boris what in the world are you talking about? The market had a sale on meat!! Where are you?" The hunter put his rifle down and leaned hard on his rock. He looked up to the now dark sky and then went back to his conversation.
"I will be home in about an hour. What kind of meat do you want?" "Never mind Boris. I'll order Pizza. Just come home." The hunter closed his phone and put it back in his pocket. He placed his gun over his shoulder and placed his hat back on his head. With a thought that he should have asked his wife to be more specific, he headed back to his truck.
As he drove off, heading onto the street, a large moose passed by with a slice of pizza hanging from his mouth. Yes, he thought, he needed to get home.
Written by: Ginger