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To: Honor First who wrote (2214)	10/22/2006 8:53:34 PM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 2633

Coyote It was a fat spring; the fawn was tender. Autumn was fat too; I feasted on gut piles left by the two-legs. Winter came. All I had was the antlered remains left by the panther and that bony doe. She could hardly walk. Spring will come, I hope.

To: Honor First who wrote (2214)	10/22/2006 8:54:15 PM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 2633

Hunter I hunt the mountain like the panther. My eyes are in front. We predators are built like that. That spike will grow. In three years he ruts. In six, no doe is safe. I bide my time. His crown will honor my wall, his flesh will become mine.

To: Honor First who wrote (2214)	10/22/2006 8:54:37 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2633

The Worm Hah! They are so proud: the two-leg, the panther, the coyote, the doe, the buck, the spike. I eat them all.