Like on usual days, ominous grey clouds blanketed the sky, threatening a deadly flash of light or a drenched afternoon. Creatures that lurked in that thick woods skedaddled to their hideouts, holding up a leaf off the elephant's ear as an umbrella. It was frightening when the god of the thunder was too agitated and hit the thunder drums y mistake. Everyone was hiding well, all except a lost maiden crying out for help and a hunter hunting for his meal for the night.
The young maiden cried, her velvet voice reaching the hunter. He came to her only to shoot her down with anesthesia and bundled her in his steel wired net.
"Time for a feast," he smirked and dragged the net behind him, to his already prepared barbequed pit...
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