We went hunting alongside the river. There were so many delicious animals to be hunted: swans, cormorants & coots for instance. The smell of gunpowder was heavy in the air because of our incessant shooting. Nothing of any significance could escape our guns. I even harvested a John James Audubon memorial duck.

Then we arrived at the place where this monster of a watchdog tried to deny us the right of way. We were having none of it. I felt so invigorated by our prior exploits I even provoked this highly trained sentinel into a quasi-Mexican standoff via barking and whoofing. Then I shot the venerable beast. There was no stopping us.

We had Indian food to replenish our resources. After that we hunted a little more, till a point of complete satisfaction had been reached. We took our prey home and examined it on our computer screens.