In the woods with their shotguns at the ready the elderly gentleman stood poised, a naked bear in the crosshairs.

“Wait, I thought we were hunting deer?”, groused the short heavyset man.

“We are hunting , and don’t call me dear, you old fart,” griped the taller pointy nosed man.

“So we’re hunting bear?”, the shorter man groaned.

“Are you crazy? I’m not taking my clothes off, it’s too cold out here”, grumbled the graying tall one.
“Be quiet I see the bear again.”

“The bear!? Where is he?”, asked the short one.

The now naked and tagged bear was running through the woods, “Wocka Wocka”.

The two old men began to fire…insults” Boo hiss, you stink”.

Deeper in the woods, crouched down on knees was a white chicken. She thought one of the curmudgeonly men was Dick Cheney, so she crouched even lower to avoid being peppered with buckshot.

She held her hunting rifle close to her feathered chest, taking aim, ready to fire…bullets.