OLD MAN LOOK IN MY EYES

HELLO PERIMETER PYRENEES , A TALE .
     I HEARD THE YELLING CURDLING THROUGH THE FOREST , THE YOUNGER HUNT GROUP HAD A KILL.EVERYONE LEAPED AS FAST AS THEY COULD TOWARDS THE RISING SCREAMS. I TOOK MY TIME, I WAS TO OLD TO EVEN COMPETE WITH THE CHILDREN OF THE GROUP , LET ALONE THE YOUNG MALES , PLUS THE FIGHTING WOULD BE OVER BY THEN. LAST KILL TWO OF THE YOUNG GUYS CUT THEMSELVES OPEN FIGHTING OVER MEAT ,BOTH DEAD . MY HABITS WITH FEW TEETH ARE TO GET THE LITTLE PIECES ANYWAY , ON THE RIBS , ON THE GROUND ,PLUS THE MEAT WOULD BE DRIED A BIT.
     I HAD MY DAYS AND I HUNTED TO , ACTUALLY I WAS PRETTY GOOD , MY STORY ,THE LEGENDS OF MY KILLS ARE WHY I CAN STILL EAT AT ALL . OTHERS WHO HAD NO STORY, DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE TO MAKE ONE . SO EXCUSE ME ,WHILE I FEND FOR MYSELF .TATWOGF/NOV/13/2010