Hunting Game

by Iola Foxx


I’m running. He’s chasing. Ha-ha, he’ll never catch up! Okay, stay focused. Wouldn’t be any fun if he actually caught me.

Ahead, my den. I dive in. Safe. I win again.

No, he’s digging! Unfair! Cheating! Retaliate!

I bite, squirm, yip, claw. He shies, whines, runs to his master.

Master has a gun.

Game over.