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The Hunt
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The rays of sun broke through the cracks between the wooden windows. Alo slowly rose to his feet, tipping over the empty container that once held his liquor. He felt a bit dizzy, and could feel a small headache coming on. Alo rubbed his eyes and peeked out through the windows. Cubs were playing in the fresh snow as the adults tried to rid it from the streets. He looked away, directing his eyes to the deer in the corner.
“The butcher shop should be open.” he said to himself.
“Yes it should be.”
He began to put on his clothes: shorts made out of repurposed burlap sacks and a thin vest made from old rabbit fur. He then slid on his worn boots and facened the laces. Though he would prefer to wear his hunting cloth, the lack of coverage would draw stares, and he hated being stared at.
Alo cracked open the doors of the lodge and drug his deer through the streets. He felt as if the entire town had stopped to glared at him.
“Don’t worry Alo, they’re probably just staring at the deer. It has been awhile since they have had any meat.”
He nodded his head and continued his trek to the butcher.
As he entered the butcher shop, he saw an older Ursine with dark brown fur lounging in a chair. The cleavers were clean and the windows were closed; without meat, no one had much business here. Except the store owner, who simply turned away customers by telling them the meat had run out.
“Hello Alo.”
“Hello Bono.”
“I see you have something for me.” Bono said as he started to stand from his seat. Alo rolled the meat from his back and handed it over the counter. Bono scrutinized it for awhile as Alo’s mind started to wonder.
“I wonder when I should go to the bar?” he thought. “And what should I make from my ration of deer meat?”
Bono let out a scoff and looked down on Alo.
“What is it Bono? You have the meat, give me the write-off so I can collect the money.”
Bono shook his head.
“This deer seems to have been dead for two or three days; I will need to butcher it first to see the quality of the meat before giving you that write-off.” He said dragging the game to the back. “Oh and Alo.”
Alo had already begun for the door, visibly upset. “What?”
“The chief wanted to speak with you. Said it was something urgent. She knew you’d have to turn up here or at the bar eventually, but it seems like Patwin forgot.”
Alo didn’t answer and proceeded to let himself out. He stomped through the slush glancing over at the cubs; their glee disgusted him and of their carefree lives made him envious. His anger began to flare as he approached the chief’s home. All he wanted was his money so he could drink and eat. Alo stopped in front of the door just as he was about to push it open. Looking downward, he began to whisper to himself.
“Wow there Alo, calm down. A hazing morning after drinking, hunger, and anger won’t help anything.”
“You’re right, I need to calm down.” Alo muttered to himself while taking a deep breath. “I just wish the people would appreciate m-”
A bigger Ursine pushed Alo out of his way and walked into the building.
“Are you deaf too runt? Get out of the way.”
Alo proceeded in after him; his paws tightly clinched.
“No Alo.”
He was going to confront the other Ursine, but halted his pursuit.
“Focus. There are more important matters to attend to.”
“Yes, that’s right…the chief.”
Alo closed his eyes, trying to calm himself once more before entering the chief’s quarters. As he pushed the doors open, he saw her standing behind her desk. They stood eye to eye, if not, Alo would be slightly smaller. It was not that the chief was tall, rather Alo was dwarfed compared to most of the Brown Ursine in the village.
“Alo, welcome back. I believe it has been about four days.” She said.
Alo said nothing as he drew closer.
“So, it has been four days, and this morning Patwin told me you only managed turned up with a single kill. Alo, what is the problem?”
“It isn’t my fault, there aren’t as many animals roaming around the woods for some reason.”
She looked at him with a doubtful glare.
“I think the only thing that’s scaring away these animals is your terrible conduct.”
Alo looked shocked.
“What do y-” Alo muttered trying to speak, but was quickly cut off.
“You are sloppy. Disrespectful. And you probably are hung over right now. This town is 750 strong, Alo. One deer every four days is not going to cut it!” She looked over at a rolled up sheet of paper then back at him. “I’ll be adding another hunter to the Hunters’ Lodge. He should be here by tomorrow.”
Alo staggered back.
“Another hunter?” he thought. “How am I not good enough? I’ve been providing for this village for years. More hunters won’t bring the game back; it’ll just be another mouth to feed.”
He looked up to the chief, deciding that it was best to stay quiet.
“That’s all Alo. Out.”
Alo staggered from of the room, clutching his head in an attempt to ease the headache. He walked out back onto the streets, making a homeward bound.
“Bono won’t be done appraising that deer for some time. And now there’s no money; I’m hungry and need to drink”
“Easy now, you need rest more than anything.”
“No, without alcohol, those dreams will ruin my sleep. I’m so hungry. I was looking forward to that deer meat. Maybe next time I should just take my ration before I give it to Bono.”
Alo trudged back to his lodge. He opened the door and made his way to the cabinet. It was filled with pickled fruits and vegetables.
“It isn’t meat, but it’ll hold you over.”
Alo grabbed a jar, breaking the seal, and began to fish out a handful of wild berries. While he ate he looked down to the bottom shelves.
“A jar of oil, flour, and beans. Maybe I could soak the beans and make fried bread?”
Alo kicked the bag of beans to the side. His eyes lit and his smile grew.
“A bottle of wine from the summer season! I must’ve gotten drunk and completely forgotten about it!”
In the previous summer, Alo lived like a king. He had an entire lodge to himself and plenty of money from a very successful hunting season. The other villagers still didn’t thank him for his work, but the liquor made up for it quite nicely.
He tried to set the jar down on the table, but tipped it over in his excitement. Alo eagerly grabbed the bottle and began to walk to his pile of blankets near the fireplace. He shed off his vest and then his boots followed by his shorts and wrapped himself in his covers. He then unplugged the jar and began to drink. It burned from the age, but he liked the strong taste and smell. After finishing about half of the bottle, Alo started to feel light headed. He set the rest next to him as he laid on his side.
“Please…keep the dreams away tonight…”
~
“I have to. I can’t take care of the both of you.” She said as she began to walk away.
“I’ll be good, I promise, just please…please don’t leave me alone…”
He fell to his paws and knees. The wet snow hurt as cold winds rustled his fur.
~
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~2~
The rays of sun broke through the cracks between the wooden windows. Alo slowly rose to his feet, tipping over the empty container that once held his liquor. He felt a bit dizzy, and could feel a small headache coming on. Alo rubbed his eyes and peeked out through the windows. Cubs were playing in the fresh snow as the adults tried to rid it from the streets. He looked away, directing his eyes to the deer in the corner.
“The butcher shop should be open.” he said to himself.
“Yes it should be.”
He began to put on his clothes: shorts made out of repurposed burlap sacks and a thin vest made from old rabbit fur. He then slid on his worn boots and facened the laces. Though he would prefer to wear his hunting cloth, the lack of coverage would draw stares, and he hated being stared at.
Alo cracked open the doors of the lodge and drug his deer through the streets. He felt as if the entire town had stopped to glared at him.
“Don’t worry Alo, they’re probably just staring at the deer. It has been awhile since they have had any meat.”
He nodded his head and continued his trek to the butcher.
As he entered the butcher shop, he saw an older Ursine with dark brown fur lounging in a chair. The cleavers were clean and the windows were closed; without meat, no one had much business here. Except the store owner, who simply turned away customers by telling them the meat had run out.
“Hello Alo.”
“Hello Bono.”
“I see you have something for me.” Bono said as he started to stand from his seat. Alo rolled the meat from his back and handed it over the counter. Bono scrutinized it for awhile as Alo’s mind started to wonder.
“I wonder when I should go to the bar?” he thought. “And what should I make from my ration of deer meat?”
Bono let out a scoff and looked down on Alo.
“What is it Bono? You have the meat, give me the write-off so I can collect the money.”
Bono shook his head.
“This deer seems to have been dead for two or three days; I will need to butcher it first to see the quality of the meat before giving you that write-off.” He said dragging the game to the back. “Oh and Alo.”
Alo had already begun for the door, visibly upset. “What?”
“The chief wanted to speak with you. Said it was something urgent. She knew you’d have to turn up here or at the bar eventually, but it seems like Patwin forgot.”
Alo didn’t answer and proceeded to let himself out. He stomped through the slush glancing over at the cubs; their glee disgusted him and of their carefree lives made him envious. His anger began to flare as he approached the chief’s home. All he wanted was his money so he could drink and eat. Alo stopped in front of the door just as he was about to push it open. Looking downward, he began to whisper to himself.
“Wow there Alo, calm down. A hazing morning after drinking, hunger, and anger won’t help anything.”
“You’re right, I need to calm down.” Alo muttered to himself while taking a deep breath. “I just wish the people would appreciate m-”
A bigger Ursine pushed Alo out of his way and walked into the building.
“Are you deaf too runt? Get out of the way.”
Alo proceeded in after him; his paws tightly clinched.
“No Alo.”
He was going to confront the other Ursine, but halted his pursuit.
“Focus. There are more important matters to attend to.”
“Yes, that’s right…the chief.”
Alo closed his eyes, trying to calm himself once more before entering the chief’s quarters. As he pushed the doors open, he saw her standing behind her desk. They stood eye to eye, if not, Alo would be slightly smaller. It was not that the chief was tall, rather Alo was dwarfed compared to most of the Brown Ursine in the village.
“Alo, welcome back. I believe it has been about four days.” She said.
Alo said nothing as he drew closer.
“So, it has been four days, and this morning Patwin told me you only managed turned up with a single kill. Alo, what is the problem?”
“It isn’t my fault, there aren’t as many animals roaming around the woods for some reason.”
She looked at him with a doubtful glare.
“I think the only thing that’s scaring away these animals is your terrible conduct.”
Alo looked shocked.
“What do y-” Alo muttered trying to speak, but was quickly cut off.
“You are sloppy. Disrespectful. And you probably are hung over right now. This town is 750 strong, Alo. One deer every four days is not going to cut it!” She looked over at a rolled up sheet of paper then back at him. “I’ll be adding another hunter to the Hunters’ Lodge. He should be here by tomorrow.”
Alo staggered back.
“Another hunter?” he thought. “How am I not good enough? I’ve been providing for this village for years. More hunters won’t bring the game back; it’ll just be another mouth to feed.”
He looked up to the chief, deciding that it was best to stay quiet.
“That’s all Alo. Out.”
Alo staggered from of the room, clutching his head in an attempt to ease the headache. He walked out back onto the streets, making a homeward bound.
“Bono won’t be done appraising that deer for some time. And now there’s no money; I’m hungry and need to drink”
“Easy now, you need rest more than anything.”
“No, without alcohol, those dreams will ruin my sleep. I’m so hungry. I was looking forward to that deer meat. Maybe next time I should just take my ration before I give it to Bono.”
Alo trudged back to his lodge. He opened the door and made his way to the cabinet. It was filled with pickled fruits and vegetables.
“It isn’t meat, but it’ll hold you over.”
Alo grabbed a jar, breaking the seal, and began to fish out a handful of wild berries. While he ate he looked down to the bottom shelves.
“A jar of oil, flour, and beans. Maybe I could soak the beans and make fried bread?”
Alo kicked the bag of beans to the side. His eyes lit and his smile grew.
“A bottle of wine from the summer season! I must’ve gotten drunk and completely forgotten about it!”
In the previous summer, Alo lived like a king. He had an entire lodge to himself and plenty of money from a very successful hunting season. The other villagers still didn’t thank him for his work, but the liquor made up for it quite nicely.
He tried to set the jar down on the table, but tipped it over in his excitement. Alo eagerly grabbed the bottle and began to walk to his pile of blankets near the fireplace. He shed off his vest and then his boots followed by his shorts and wrapped himself in his covers. He then unplugged the jar and began to drink. It burned from the age, but he liked the strong taste and smell. After finishing about half of the bottle, Alo started to feel light headed. He set the rest next to him as he laid on his side.
“Please…keep the dreams away tonight…”
~
“I have to. I can’t take care of the both of you.” She said as she began to walk away.
“I’ll be good, I promise, just please…please don’t leave me alone…”
He fell to his paws and knees. The wet snow hurt as cold winds rustled his fur.
~
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Category Artwork (Digital) / All
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File Size 241.8 kB
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