Animals indanger
Hunters are hunting
animals are running
the shooter is aiming
the animals are hiding
animals are running fast
the shot looks like the blast someone died
they all hide
they all looked with terrified eyes
and the all rise
they can't run away
but they saw a high way
they all go and never come again
and then it started to rain
they are strangers
thus they are indanger
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