The Hunt

A farmer and his family are preparing to go to sleep on a peaceful night when they are attacked by someone or something. Reading time: 12 minutes. The Hunt 1 T he bright full moon shone on the village. It was a not-so-cold night of February. I had just finished my dinner and was singing my kids a lullaby. Their mother, my wife sat on the opposite end of the bed running her hands across my kids’ foreheads, smiling. “...and all the tune that he could play Was ‘over the hills and far away” My cattle rested in the shed with my dog there to protect them. They felt safe together. There was little to no wind swaying across my fields of maize surrounding my farm. It was a quiet night so my kids fell asleep rather quickly. I slowly faded down my voice to mere whispering and eventually stopped singing. “...over the hills and a great way off, The wind shall blow my top-knot off.” My kids were fast asleep. I too ran my hand through their hair, kissed on their foreheads, trying not to wake them up