the case is on over hill and dale, the quarry rums but to no avail, eyes wide open staring full of fright, serene co untryside host to a bloody fight.
the fox now tiring sees the end in sight, the huntsmen laughing with sick delight, hearts beat faster one begins to fail, pain wracks its body sa it starts to wail.
the green of grass has now turned blood red. the hounds fight over its severed head, torn to shreads in the name of god fun, the howling dogs declare the battle won.