The Last Laugh novel Chapter 3

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We each mounted a horse and set off on our journey. I loved joining my dad and uncle ken in such little adventures. I was more than excited! I was actually going hunting with them.

We rode out of the ranch and headed for the woods on horseback.

After some time, we reached the woods. It was quiet and only the sound of a soft wind could be heard.

"Dad?" I called.

"Yes?"

"What will y'all use to capture the animals?" I asked curiously.

"Well son, in the case of little animals like rabbits, we have nets."

"And for the bigger ones, we'd be using arrows." Uncle ken added.

"Why arrows?"

"Because the sound of gunshots would scare our horses away."

"Ooh, okay. I'm just so happy to be here." I said joyfully. Dad and uncle ken chuckled. I smiled and closely followed them from behind.

As we explored the forest, after about an hour while we still searched for any prey, I noticed a wooden house somewhere in a corner of that part of the forest in which we were.

It didn't look old but at the same time it seemed to be deserted.

"Dad, uncle Ken, look at that house." I said pointing at it.

They looked at it.

"I wonder who lives there." my dad said.

"Nobody." uncle Ken replied, "For as long as I remember, ever since I started hunting in these woods, I've never seen any signs of life around that house."

We looked at the house again.

"What wastage. It's a beautiful little house." my dad stated.

"Yep. Anyway, let's continue with our search."

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The day was tiring and the sun became very hot that afternoon. It was already Three in the afternoon, yet we hadn't caught any meat. We decided to stop and eat. We sat down on rocks.

Aunt Christina had made enough chicken salad sandwiches. They were delicious and I really enjoyed them.

After the eating break, we resumed. I was already really tired.

It was only at Five PM that we caught a gazelle. My dad had shot it straight with his bow and arrow. I felt so proud and happy. It was my first time of experiencing hunting. And though I was tired, I began to feel less bored.

"You look really tired, Sheridan." my dad said.

"I am. All I want to do is sleep."

"I guess we'll be heading for home earlier today. Instead of Nine, we'll go back at six." Uncle Ken stated.

I looked at time and it was Five thirty. I was so happy just thinking about the fact that I would be on a soft bed soon.

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The gazelle was the only thing we caught that day.

At six, we set off on the long journey back home. But then, bad luck came in.

Dark clouds could be seen covering the remaining light from the six o'clock sky. Lightening flashed from different parts of the sky and thunder could be heard announcing the arrival of heavy rain.

"Oh, no." uncle ken muttered, "We still have a long way but the rain is coming. We'll not make it."

Immediately he finished speaking, heavy and fat drops of rain began to hit the ground.

"Oh, no. Let's ride to the wooden house before we get soaked!"  my dad yelled.