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I get that you’re really angry, I mean, he was a popular lion and yes, his cute widdle cubs will probably die to, but I can’t help feeling you’ve kind of missed the point a bit, and well, ending all hunting in Africa will not solve much and maybe make things worse and… No, no, I’m not a hunter.
They may have been disturbed by the presence of hunters in the Danube backwaters. When I reached the levee earlier that morning, I met an elderly hunter from whom I learned that there was an ongoing duck and pheasant hunt, but no one was shooting from, nor towards the embankment, hence I should be safe there.
He clearly thinks that it is wrong to cause animals to suffer unnecessarily, but he appears to be somewhat ambivalent about killing animals (provided the killing is carried out humanely). The point is that even hunters seem to think that they need a reason to justify killing these animals.
I followed his call, but so did Emily The Hunter. As I skulked around my own house, all I could picture was Emily tearing Kermie limb from limb, then suffering a grisly death from ingesting the poison that ran through Kermie’s froggy veins. I carried him toward the lake and released him under some shrubbery.
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