Friday Fictioneers Farm Path
“Someone’s pranking”, said Al, pointing to what looked like a discoloured portion of a giraffes neck, its head still attached. I was bemused, was this one of the local wildlife photographers weird hides? I was thinking, and with that idea still fixed in my head, I said to AL, “Lets approach with some stealth”. As we crept forward I made Al aware of my thought, and he must of read my mind, for he also was of the same opinion. Then a flash, a shout, “Caught you red handed!” “Poachers, er sorry son”, we laughed, my farmer dad hunting humans.