Please read this story like a storyteller. Thanks.
Two young gentleman dressed just like British military men, with gleaming guns on their shoulders and two dogs like great white bears at their heels, were walking in the mountains where the leaves rustled dry underfoot. They were talking as they went.
“I must say, the country round here is really awful,”said one. “Not a bird or beast in sight. I'm just dying to let fly-bang! bang! bang!- at something. Anything, so long as it moves.”
“Oh, what fun it would be to let a deer or something have two or three shots smack in his yellow flank!”said the other.“I can just see him spinning round, then flopping down with a thud.”
They were really very deep in the mountains. So deep, in fact, that the professional hunter who had come as their guide went astray and wandered off somewhere. Worse still, the forest was so flightening that the two dogs likewhite bears both got dizzy. They howled for a while, then foamed at the mouth, and died.
“Do you know, I've lost two thousand four hundred silver pieces withthis dog,”said one young gentleman, casually turning its eyelids back.
“I've lost two thousand eight hundred pieces.”said the other, tilting his head ruefully to one side.
The first young gentleman went pale.“I think I'll be getting back,”he said, gazing into the other's face.
“Well, now,”said the other,“I was just beginning to get cold, and hungry as well, so I think I'll getting back too.”
“Then let’s call it a day. What does it matters? On our way back we can call at yesterday's inn and buy a dozen pieces' worth of game birds to take home.”
“They had hares too, didn’t they? So it all comes to the same thing in the end. Well, why don't we go home, then?”
