05-24-2012, 10:59 AM
Sitting on the edge of the wharf casting a bobber out into the water in hopes of catching tonight's dinner, the fisherman sets down the rod to chase after a new distraction.
He grabs his dipnet and chases off into the bushes after a young porcupine, where upon catching up to it he begins to bludgeon the little creature into a bloody pulp of unliving flesh.
After his little adventure he returns to his fishing pole which now has a nice tasty trout securely hooked on the line. He reels it in and removes the fish from the hook and clubs it over the snout with a stick to stop it from squirming around.
Satisfied that he has dinner for the table he strolls over to a nearby bush and relieves himself there, thereby killing the plant that has finally succumbed to regular toxic shock.
I don't think we really need to establish boundaries here. Do we?
He grabs his dipnet and chases off into the bushes after a young porcupine, where upon catching up to it he begins to bludgeon the little creature into a bloody pulp of unliving flesh.
After his little adventure he returns to his fishing pole which now has a nice tasty trout securely hooked on the line. He reels it in and removes the fish from the hook and clubs it over the snout with a stick to stop it from squirming around.
Satisfied that he has dinner for the table he strolls over to a nearby bush and relieves himself there, thereby killing the plant that has finally succumbed to regular toxic shock.
I don't think we really need to establish boundaries here. Do we?