bloodsport

Along the tree lined forest was a few animals

Talking to each other. They spoke many dialects of animal languages and every breed of animal could understand. They were talking about hunters coming out to kill them as prey.

And so they prayed during the Conference of The Elders.  And the day arrived... a hunter came in a khaki colored outfit and a hat. 

Then more would follow. The more that arrived it seemed like one big fashion show.

Soon all sorts of debauchery started. One prissy little skinny queen would give blow jobs to lonely horny beer drinking hunters. And other more serious hunters were there to enjoy the sport or day. Or bonding experience with their friends and loved ones. The animals were prepared to fight till the death. They strategically planned. To say it lightly it was a massacre. One dove lost it's life. And the only hunters spared were the ones getting blow jobs and the prissy queen. I suppose animals can be viscious. But all in all a good Summer day. It is a blood sport for any involved. But I guess it's also nature or acts of God. We all have fed off the fat of the lamb including other animals. We too are animals sometimes.