I am standing in somebodies back yard, when two stags come running up, neither of them has a head and one of them is missing a leg as well. They are still going through the motions of grazing. Now I hear someone cock a gun and a few hunters step forward. The headless dears turn and run into the forest. I begin to cry, a deep wailing cry. I feel so anguished over what is happening, this blatant disregard for nature.

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