Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
I have to admit I know nothing about wildlife (I have always lived in the city and am quite happy and comfortable to have done so) but I wonder, once the big monster grabs onto your gun, isn't that when you pull the trigger? Maybe that isn't what you are supposed to do? What do us city folk know anyway.
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