Even Mark, like the potato, has a certain low cunning…
UPDATE: Sadly, I lost interest in the story. Suffice it to say, Johnny shot an elk but didn’t kill it (and refused to track it down so it could be humanely dispatched). Blah, blah, blah, Johnny was led to believe that ol’ Luddite Mark had recorded incriminating evidence about defrauding the public of forest land, and he ran off to destroy the evidence. I guess he was looking for a Dumpster or something, but what he found was…
Dun-dun-DUHHHHH!
…the wounded elk! Who seemed a lot more angry than wounded:
Of course, things never quite end in a tidy fashion, even in Nature:
Oh, gee whiz! This story can’t have THAT sad of an ending! It’s just not the American way, or something…
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