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BARK *HACK UP FURBALL* OWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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YIP YP BARK WOOF
Translation:
It was a lovely afternoon when I was strolling along the forest path. I had just had a tasty meal of rabbit au natural and now I had a yearning for a nibble of pussy a la carte. Imagine my luck when up ahead on the path I noticed a slim wafer of a human female traipsing along swinging a picnic basket. She wore a long red cloak that went down to her mid thigh and from this distance she was wearing either really short shorts or just the cloak with red knee high stilettos. I couldn't tell much of her from the back and she had her hood up so all I caught sight of was wisps of long hair that bounced out occasionally from within the hood. I could figure out what kind of mood she was in though from the song she was singing to herself as she went along; "Do me, baby". Yep, it was indeed a lovely afternoon in the forest!
I followed her for about twenty minutes, keeping far enough back that she wouldn't sense my presence and stuck to the outer edge of the pathway, just in case I had to jump into the bushes though at that point there was only one bush that I really wanted to jump into. She came upon a small clearing and stopped. There were a couple of tree stumps in almost the dead center of the clearing and she pulled a small towel out of her picnic basket, placed it on one of the stumps and then sat down. I could see now why see would need a towel -- she had neglected to wear any underwear and apparently any sort of bottom cover with the exception of the cloak. From my vantage point I could see her fine ass as she sat down...I licked my lips but decided not to approach her yet but to watch instead.
The girl began to hum quietly to herself, staying immobile as the little forest creatures that hid themselves on her approach peeked out of their respective spots. I moved in closer, just behind a bush on the edge of the clearing. While I still couldn't see her face, I could see that she was slightly weaving back and forth to her own little song. She reached into her picnic basket gingerly and pulled out a half a loaf of bread and started to break it up, tossing pieces on the ground around her. A squirrel came from one of the trees and grabbed one of the pieces of bread and sampled it. It gave a little squeak and other animals began to move in closer to the feast that the girl had provided.
I heard a snap and Roger, a year old buck stepped out into the clearing. I heard the girl gently calling to Roger to come and have some bread with her. He put his knobby antlers down toward her in a gesture of authority; the girl giggled and assured him that she understood that he was the boss and if he came closer, she had something special in her basket just for something as commanding as him.
Satisfied, Roger stepped up to the girl as she reached into the basket, cooing all the time about what a beautiful and strapping buck Roger was. Roger came up and was nose to basket, sniffing around the girl's hand that was underneath the cloth that hid the treasure trove of goodies the basket held. Her other hand went up and petted Roger's neck.
"Does the nice deer want something good?" she asked as she stroked Roger's neck. Roger snorted in an affirmative.
I saw a glint of metal from underneath the cloth. Roger, I surmised, was about to get severely fucked up.
The girl's hand moved swiftly from under the cloth, I heard the click of a safety and then the booming of a pistol and saw the top of Roger's head and brain flying straight up in the air. The other animals scattered as Roger's brain and eyes landed around the girl. He stood still for a second and then dropped to the ground.
"Granny's cooking venison tonight," The girl giggled as she wiped the pistol's barrel with the cloth.
I shifted my hind legs, and a branch snapped.