when shot or poisoned hummingbirds ony sink when they try to fly they make progress then sink again and this goes on for a while until they are buzzing in circles on the ground they slow down twitch every 5 seconds then fifteen seconds then a minute then if the hunter pokes them with a stick everyhour then never and he wraps theyre wings down with string and puts them in a box there is a a studio somewere in the house with fake eyes organized by size color and shape a stuffed cat with its mouth open wood flat storage drawers of insects and birds rats and bats snakes leaves and flowers I.V bags of feremaldihyde and display cases an airbrush and um a trophy hes a taxidermist if thats what the proffession is called when people stuff dead creatures and mount them and anyway ... the hunter emerges from a camouflage tent next to a table with an ashtray on it by an eggplant tree or bush or whetever they are called he is an angry looking old man his roof has white sparkly rocks on it there is a cement blue and gold elvis holding his screendoor open his sister plays bridge or something for two days she babysat me when my brother was being born i found 8 matchbooks in there shagcarpet they had a pet rabbit named dale it was brown with floppy ears |
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