You sit astride you'r old brown horse, tired and aching, the up and down of her progress lulling you gently to sleep. You have fallen to sleep twice this journey. You have had to go further and further every day to get to the elk, they have been retreating further and further into the forrest since the "police" have been buring villages and houses, trying to stamp out the recent rebellion they have been calling the Ninja movement.
You see the outline of you'r fathers house in the distance. Content, warm in the evening sun, and deeply, deeply tired, you head for home. Having released your horse and gutted the elk you stagger gratefully into the embracing darkness of your hut, falling asleep even before you hit your bed.
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