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(Well, of course, THEY weren't hunting...)Net in hand, Velus crept through
the dense undergrowth of the jungle that
gew thick in the island's interior - thick like hair growing on some kind
of thickly hairy, hairy man's thickly hairy back - on the haunches of his
superior canine/human legs. The low growth palms seemed to reach out at
him from all angles and gently tickle and carress his skin like the
probing fingers of ghosts in a graveyard (or of Catholic Priests in a
dimly lit church office (Velus was still rather young and his skin was
soft)). He knew his duty. He must serve his Over-God-Almighty (a.k.a Fred)
and the High-Goddess-Supreme (the princess formerly known as Astra) with
his life and soul. The youthful fire of independance that had briefly
burned in his being was stomped into smoldering embers by Fred. Fred had
literally beat the living @#%! out of Velus, in other words. Beat him into
submission, you know. Brutally, with a newspaper, no less.
Pygmie elephants(recently discovered on the island by Khrusti, though Fred
took credit for it) were good eatin', but hard to catch. That's because
they tended to gore you to death before you could (catch them). But that
is exactly what Velus needed to do. Once caught, they would simply keel
over and die. Odd. With firm resolve, he continued his trek to their
watering hole. In his heart of hearts, he knew that by doing this
thankless chore he was, in his own small, completely insignificant
way...how had Fred put it? Ah yes, 'bringing the true social order and
civility(not to mention fleas) to the island'. That made it all worth
while. He was
the lowest lifeform on the foodchain of Wondran society, and he took it in
stride. And, to put invisible icing on the non-existant cake, he hadn't
licked his balls in two whole days! He was very proud. You should
be proud of him too. I know I am. Way to go Velus!
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