[ WP ] A hunting story from the perspective of the prey

Rainy wet misery, but what can you do? Exactly. The sun is coming up now... I guess its time to head back to the bush to bed down. Maybe have some better luck tonight... 
 
 I've never liked the looks of all those houses-on-sticks just standing around at the edges of the fields, always made me nervous. Sometimes I see parts of the walls turn black, other times I can see right through them. I remember hearing the cows and horses saying the humans built them. I do n't doubt it, they build everything. 
 
 I've never liked the thin strip of field, always makes me nervous... I can see the tower and its black walls. Something seems off though... ca n't seem to place my hoof on it... Smell? Seems fine, sight? Nothing out of the ordinairy, sound? Noth- wait... a small clicking sound... what could it be? 
 
... Quiet again... I do n't like this... No, no no no, not one bit! I'm getting out of her- 
 
 **BANG** 

