Hendrix laid out a perfect trap for the wild boar to fall into. He has been eyeing such a rare creature for days now.
“I know you are extinct, but sorry, I’m hungry,” Hendrix rarely talks, since no one is around to talk to, but it’s a welcoming tribute to the beast’s impending demise.
Then it suddenly acted weirdly, as if alarmed.
“No! No! No!” Hendrix cried in frustration.
Then the boar ran. Hendrix could have chased and killed it but he wanted the beast to die a certain way to test the new trap that he set in the specific area of the forest.
That’s when he heard them
F*ck! what now?! Annoyed, Hendrix ran and flew on the top of his treehouse to avoid being seen by whoever the passerby was.
Fully bearded, and dishevelled, half of his face is only distinguishable. His muscular
