It was a dark night with only the moon shining slightly through the darkness. The birds are quietly sleeping tucked way in their nests. The lions slink about through the brush waiting for a rabbit, a rodent, a stray dog or cat; anything that might wet their appetite.
Sitting at the foot of a tall tree a man sits munching quietly on an apple. He gazes up at the moon through the dark branches of the trees. Crunch, crunch can softly be heard as he chews the last of his apple.
Not far from him is another man. He leans against a tree trunk sucking the sweet nectar from the stem of a Honeysuckle flower, waiting. Waiting for what? He has no gun so he isn’t a hunter. He has no bow and arrow so he isn’t out to kill in the silence of the night. Or is he?
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