The Hunt - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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First, some inspiration...

The Arrow And The Song

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;
          
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
                                                    
Could not follow it in its flight.

                                                              
I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;
       
For who has sight so keen and strong,
                                         
That it can follow the flight of song?

                                            
Long, long afterward, in an oak                                                          

I found the arrow, still unbroke;
                                                    
And the song, from beginning to end,
                                                  
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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“Did you see where it landed?”

Napoleon shook his head.  It was a long shot, no matter how this turned out.

He chuckled at his unintended humor.

“What is funny?”

The Russian was in a dour mood this morning.

“I made a pun.  To myself, I just … never mind.”

Illya rolled his eyes and looked into the distance.

“My aim is generally very good, but I cannot … Wait, I think I see it.”

The lithe blond took off running, but Napoleon soon pulled up even with him as they headed towards the fallen prey.

The hunters’ remorse was great.