The hemlocks swayed with a quiet ferocity, shading the two hunters. Mogey and Smush were hunting the most elusive and delicious of all game: The Canadian Fanged Turkey.
"Shh," whispered Smush, ever so quietly. "I've got one in my sights."
Mogey stopped in his tracks and followed the direction of the shaft of Smush's arrow up into a mighty sasparilla plant, where their plump quarry was perched majestically. Smush let the arrow fly, a perfect shot aimed for the heart of the fantastic beast.
Just when it seemed the destruction of the C.F.T. was imminent, the great bird snatched the arrow from the air with its mighty beak and snapped it like the legs of yearling sheep. The Canadian Fanged Turkey gave them one long disdainful look before flapping awkwardly off into the sunset.
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