Lola jogged along the forest path listening to her Ipod. Unbeknownst to Lola, a moronic little hunter had her in his sights. Elmer Fudd was a proud hunter. He'd been hunting rabbits for years. Since the 1940's, in fact. He knew that one day he'd bag one. He had experience. He knew those brief yet painful hunting trips with Dick Cheney would one day pay off.
As Lola approached, Elmer took careful aim. He slowed his breathing to steady his shot. He listened to his heartbeat and focused to fire his shot between the beats. Closer...closer... He fired. He missed. Lola came to an abrupt stop with an expression of pure shock on her face. "What the hell was that!?", she said. She then saw Fudd creep out from behind the nearby bushes. "Godammit! I missed again! I awways miss! WAA_HAAA_HAAA"
Lola studied the crying little hunter and though she knew he had just tried to kill her, she couldn't help but feel pity for the bald headed little man. "What's the matter little guy?", she asked.
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