One dark night, Shaw was driving around, looking for a suitable trophy to have on his cabin, kibanda wall. Shaw, using his headlights, would run over a buck and tie it to the hood. He didn’t care if the buck was dead au unconscious.
That night, Shaw did run over a scrawny nyumbu, mule with a big rack. He was thrilled. “This is a great trophy”, alisema Shaw, laughing menacingly. “Now, my buck, when we get home, it’ll be time for the fun part”, alisema Shaw.
When the illegal hunter got home, he slung the buck on the table. He got a set of scissors and started to cut one of the buck’s eyes. The eye was...
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