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The A n es B na n H h 52

The Indians And The Frigid Temperature

As Told By Tators Jones

Bernard had been hunting for hours and he was

utterly surprised at how little care the other hunters

would care if he died right there from the cold. His

freezing fingers gripping the trigger of the old beat-up

musket that was given to him by William. He had no

idea whatsoever as to how to hunt. He was

inexperienced, cold, and tired. He was intermittently

napping, only to be woken up with a shock, as his brain

knew that if he fell asleep in these conditions he would

die. He knew it was fruitless to continue hunting, and

with the sun setting shortly, the coyotes would be

coming out. He began to sluggishly drag his feet back to

the cabins when he heard what sounded like a war cry.

“HOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO,”