22. This morning Jukin killed a hunter.
was a hunter who had a gun in china. He arrived unannounced one day. Jukin did not like it, but the man looked so natural and likeable, he had offered hospitality. A tall man full of bonhomie, relatively recognizable, besides its traditional dress of a hunter, but especially by his mustache drawn with ruler and square. In addition to the contour as sharp as a razor blade, the thickness was perfectly regular. Which formed a dark trapezoid in volume under his big nose voluntary. And to make things totally unreal, hair combed appeared to have been one by one, to be placed parallel to the ridge like a legion of the Roman Empire.
Without the use of unnecessary niceties, the man explained his presence here. He came south in search of a rare game. But nature did not reason in him as before. And the weapon he used, as required sensitivity fine-tipped wings of a duck. In case of osmosis, the precision was fatal to the animal kingdom. But otherwise, this gun became the worst gun. Pedro
the hunter, because that is how he presented himself, had lost his senses. To find them, it was a live naked all afternoon, deep in the forest wild. And so from the free spirit, he wanted to entrust his equipment. Under these conditions Ideally, he could break his block and reopen his being in the fullness of nature.
He left when his equipment Jukin, storing everything in his garden shed, double lock latch. However, the rifle china should stay with him. The most precious of Pedro requested special attentions. When he was not used in hunting conditions, the gun was to be handled very slowly. A breath of air will damage too abrupt nature of the material would immediately lose its properties. Paradoxically, Jukin should also move. Stagnated because if too long, rifle saw its material settles and also lose its effectiveness.
All this was already very restrictive, but the hunter added a final precaution. Jukin was almost disappointed to learn that the gun was very fragile and that the slightest shock, it would break, which would break the heart of Pedro. It was so obvious, that he did not need to be clarified. He had secretly hoped for a silly precaution. The hunter, reassured him his clothes and finally let him go the next day. Jukin watched her disappear bare buttocks off.
He went immediately to look at the gun more closely. Completely smooth, without the slightest bump, or any straight edge. Even for a weapon, the subject was fascinating. Although hard, the material seemed to be alive by the countless reflections and changing who roamed. The porcelain itself was white, but orange and pink abstract forms will appear regularly. The timing of the move already arrived.
Jukin concentrated and breathed deeply. He grabbed the gun firmly, but gently and lifted. The weight was perfect. Heavy enough to feel the material, but not too much to stay comfy. It was moving in slow motion, wide-eyed, paying attention to his every move. All his muscles were clenched.
Meanwhile, Pedro was at the wildest depths of the forest-covered buttons mosquitoes, clawed feet with grass rough and reddened thighs with nettles. He let slip his mind preconceived by the company, which had gradually narrowed the field of options, who had imprisoned his natural being paramount. Then a kingfisher is planted in her ass. While the bill was returned at once. Once the surprise, he pulled the animal, furiously. Wandering naked and being bitten by animals happening. But here, nature went too far. He felt he had a certain boiling anger, a force which revolted. He was ready to find his gun.
Jukin was somewhat drowsy, but emerged at the time he was moving the weapon. The instructions were simple, yet so binding, it seemed to have received 1000 recommendations. The arms clenched to keep watching his movements all around him. Of course, by dint of taking precautions in 1000, he made a mistake he would never have done otherwise, and dropped the gun which broke into 1000 pieces. The situation was so disastrous that it does not even panicked.
He went looking for just the glue and began to assemble the pieces. Even the internal mechanisms of the rifle were made of porcelain, it was a disaster. Totally in shock, it did not reflect instinctively and cementing the fly. The parties seemed to fit correctly one after the other.
He fixed the final piece, rested the gun on his left pad in the middle of the dining room table. Then he swept the porcelain powder was left on the ground and threw her to the kitchen. He returned to stay ahead of Pedro and stopped in a terrible state. Believing he had discovered the pole rose, he began to stammer. The hunter remained calm, with hints of orange blue feather stuck in the shoulder. He broke the silence by launching directly Jukin 'I'm ready. "This relaxed. He realized that Pedro was not yet gone to see his gun.
Then he brought his clothes and the rest of his equipment. While Pedro retool in haste, Jukin throwing furtive glances at the gun, to estimate the success of his maneuver. From his position, he guessed barely cracks. The dreaded moment came: the hunter approached the cushion on which lay his prized possession. Pedro grabbed him quickly without even looking at him with all possible precautions, warmly thanked Jukin of his mustache and impeccable party determinedly. He never returned. It was a modern miracle, he had seen nothing! Once past the emotion, Jukin could really rejoice and relax. Pedro was a nice guy, but he did not like hunters.
was a hunter who had a gun in china. He arrived unannounced one day. Jukin did not like it, but the man looked so natural and likeable, he had offered hospitality. A tall man full of bonhomie, relatively recognizable, besides its traditional dress of a hunter, but especially by his mustache drawn with ruler and square. In addition to the contour as sharp as a razor blade, the thickness was perfectly regular. Which formed a dark trapezoid in volume under his big nose voluntary. And to make things totally unreal, hair combed appeared to have been one by one, to be placed parallel to the ridge like a legion of the Roman Empire. Without the use of unnecessary niceties, the man explained his presence here. He came south in search of a rare game. But nature did not reason in him as before. And the weapon he used, as required sensitivity fine-tipped wings of a duck. In case of osmosis, the precision was fatal to the animal kingdom. But otherwise, this gun became the worst gun. Pedro
the hunter, because that is how he presented himself, had lost his senses. To find them, it was a live naked all afternoon, deep in the forest wild. And so from the free spirit, he wanted to entrust his equipment. Under these conditions Ideally, he could break his block and reopen his being in the fullness of nature.
He left when his equipment Jukin, storing everything in his garden shed, double lock latch. However, the rifle china should stay with him. The most precious of Pedro requested special attentions. When he was not used in hunting conditions, the gun was to be handled very slowly. A breath of air will damage too abrupt nature of the material would immediately lose its properties. Paradoxically, Jukin should also move. Stagnated because if too long, rifle saw its material settles and also lose its effectiveness.
All this was already very restrictive, but the hunter added a final precaution. Jukin was almost disappointed to learn that the gun was very fragile and that the slightest shock, it would break, which would break the heart of Pedro. It was so obvious, that he did not need to be clarified. He had secretly hoped for a silly precaution. The hunter, reassured him his clothes and finally let him go the next day. Jukin watched her disappear bare buttocks off.
He went immediately to look at the gun more closely. Completely smooth, without the slightest bump, or any straight edge. Even for a weapon, the subject was fascinating. Although hard, the material seemed to be alive by the countless reflections and changing who roamed. The porcelain itself was white, but orange and pink abstract forms will appear regularly. The timing of the move already arrived.
Jukin concentrated and breathed deeply. He grabbed the gun firmly, but gently and lifted. The weight was perfect. Heavy enough to feel the material, but not too much to stay comfy. It was moving in slow motion, wide-eyed, paying attention to his every move. All his muscles were clenched.
Meanwhile, Pedro was at the wildest depths of the forest-covered buttons mosquitoes, clawed feet with grass rough and reddened thighs with nettles. He let slip his mind preconceived by the company, which had gradually narrowed the field of options, who had imprisoned his natural being paramount. Then a kingfisher is planted in her ass. While the bill was returned at once. Once the surprise, he pulled the animal, furiously. Wandering naked and being bitten by animals happening. But here, nature went too far. He felt he had a certain boiling anger, a force which revolted. He was ready to find his gun.
Jukin was somewhat drowsy, but emerged at the time he was moving the weapon. The instructions were simple, yet so binding, it seemed to have received 1000 recommendations. The arms clenched to keep watching his movements all around him. Of course, by dint of taking precautions in 1000, he made a mistake he would never have done otherwise, and dropped the gun which broke into 1000 pieces. The situation was so disastrous that it does not even panicked.
He went looking for just the glue and began to assemble the pieces. Even the internal mechanisms of the rifle were made of porcelain, it was a disaster. Totally in shock, it did not reflect instinctively and cementing the fly. The parties seemed to fit correctly one after the other.
He fixed the final piece, rested the gun on his left pad in the middle of the dining room table. Then he swept the porcelain powder was left on the ground and threw her to the kitchen. He returned to stay ahead of Pedro and stopped in a terrible state. Believing he had discovered the pole rose, he began to stammer. The hunter remained calm, with hints of orange blue feather stuck in the shoulder. He broke the silence by launching directly Jukin 'I'm ready. "This relaxed. He realized that Pedro was not yet gone to see his gun.
Then he brought his clothes and the rest of his equipment. While Pedro retool in haste, Jukin throwing furtive glances at the gun, to estimate the success of his maneuver. From his position, he guessed barely cracks. The dreaded moment came: the hunter approached the cushion on which lay his prized possession. Pedro grabbed him quickly without even looking at him with all possible precautions, warmly thanked Jukin of his mustache and impeccable party determinedly. He never returned. It was a modern miracle, he had seen nothing! Once past the emotion, Jukin could really rejoice and relax. Pedro was a nice guy, but he did not like hunters.
