More drunk hunters trespassing on yer land

After finishing H P Lovecraft's story The Dunwich Horror you nod off in your tattered easy chair. You are woken an hour later by a shotgun blast near your house! You jump up in shock. Who the fuck is shooting in your back yard? You go into your bedroom and lift the curtain. A couple buck toothed hunters are shooting rabbits on your land with out asking first. You have enjoyed smoking weed and watching the rabbit in the evening after the farm work is done. You flash into anger. You pick up your squirrel rifle and you slam open the back door. A shotgun blast cracks and you are launched back inside. You gurgle and twitch a little as you die.

The End