When It Comes…
I’ll go on a different kind of fox hunt,
And roam through the woods with automatic weapons,
Their chatter echoing in the still morning air.
I’ll track down a human hunter,
And tell him I need his skin for my jacket.
I’ll drag him along the forest bed, terrified.
And when he thinks that his doom is certain,
I’ll let him go…
Because I only want to make a point,
And turnabout is fair play… 😉
Tags: Fox hunt, Furry Revolution
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April 28, 2010 at 3:45 am
You’d make a bigger impression if you and other foxes chased him on horseback, across the countryside, using a large pack of man-hounds.
TALLY HOOOOOOOOOO!
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April 28, 2010 at 5:55 pm
Ooh, I LIKE the way you’re thinking!!! 😉
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