Hares Hunting Hares
‘Meanes to an ende,’ sayeth the black goat as he dresseth a lamb leg off meat. ‘Isn’t this un—,’ I cut off, hesitate. ‘Unethical?’ ‘We’ve found our selves a philosopher! Maynard, thou keep’st amusing me.’ I shudder. Being addressed by my first name soundeth almost hostile from the man’s mouth. I take a deepe […]