I woke this morning to the sound of wild birds singing in the cool morning air. I could see my prey on the horizon just at the edge of the jungle, and being downwind I knew it was unaware of my presence. Patiently I crept closer to the beast, machete in hand, as silent as humanly possible. When in striking range I waited for it to look the other way then sprung up and swung mightily with my huge machete leaving deep wounds that sprayed me with it's toxic blood, but I was determined to take this one down regardless of it's ominous size. With one final deadly blow it succumbed and I dragged it off into the grassy area for safe keeping away from the other dangerous beasts.
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My prize, the great Pisang Klotek.
