Muriel knelt down on the ground, throroughly satisfied with her discovery. The land seemed fertile and would yield a bountiful harvest; the water was clean and delicious, there were many deer to slaughter for her family.
At last! Muriel could soon fulfill her oldest fantasy: being a modern-day conquistador: fierce, merciless, and fatally intolerant of the indiginous peoples of this great riverbank. She knelt down upon the ground to ask for divine blessing, then filled up her quiver with deadly, poisoned arrows.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Knee Deep
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