Kill One Bird With Two Stone Krieger Book Report
Kill One Bird With Two Stones - Fiction
Krieger Reich was an old duck who hunted alone in the rye and he’d gone 93 days now without killing a single human. At the end of last year’s human hunting season Krieger had hunted and beaked four humans, displaying their heads upon his mantel piece for all of his friends to look at and admire. During last week’s poker game Jules Reich pointed to the head that was the centerpiece of Krieger’s trophies and proclaimed, “I’ve never seen a human with gold in its teeth before, and the moustache, it’s so full and bushy. What type of human do you hunt?”
Krieger woke early the next morning. Though his bill was already quite sharp, Krieger took a small knife to it, humming Beethoven’s Symphony 9 as he ran the blade from the base of his bill to the tip.
It was dark in the Rye when Krieger arrived and he took a lazy lap around the hunting ground. As he swooped and dove and rolled he thought of the delicious meals he would make next week. Rotisserie human with Hoisin Baste, human breast with clementine’s and Tuscan Kale, roasted human legs in a red wine sauce. Krieger’s first prey was a human with a round chin. In one hand the human carried a gun and in the other he …show more content…
Joe and Champ walked at a vigorous pace down 18th street towards downtown D.C. About every 15 paces Joe would pause to say hello to a pedestrian or pose for a photo with an overly stimulated family of tourists. During these interactions Edward would bring his weapon to his eye and focus on the women and children who approached Biden and his dog, ready to squeeze the trigger at any sign of danger. Joe was shaking the hand of a small child when a large Rottweiler approached Biden and began to growl at Champ who stood protectively before his owner. Edward took aim at the Rottweiler, sensing the animal’s menace, he pulled the trigger of his M24
Krieger Reich was an old duck who hunted alone in the rye and he’d gone 93 days now without killing a single human. At the end of last year’s human hunting season Krieger had hunted and beaked four humans, displaying their heads upon his mantel piece for all of his friends to look at and admire. During last week’s poker game Jules Reich pointed to the head that was the centerpiece of Krieger’s trophies and proclaimed, “I’ve never seen a human with gold in its teeth before, and the moustache, it’s so full and bushy. What type of human do you hunt?”
Krieger woke early the next morning. Though his bill was already quite sharp, Krieger took a small knife to it, humming Beethoven’s Symphony 9 as he ran the blade from the base of his bill to the tip.
It was dark in the Rye when Krieger arrived and he took a lazy lap around the hunting ground. As he swooped and dove and rolled he thought of the delicious meals he would make next week. Rotisserie human with Hoisin Baste, human breast with clementine’s and Tuscan Kale, roasted human legs in a red wine sauce. Krieger’s first prey was a human with a round chin. In one hand the human carried a gun and in the other he …show more content…
Joe and Champ walked at a vigorous pace down 18th street towards downtown D.C. About every 15 paces Joe would pause to say hello to a pedestrian or pose for a photo with an overly stimulated family of tourists. During these interactions Edward would bring his weapon to his eye and focus on the women and children who approached Biden and his dog, ready to squeeze the trigger at any sign of danger. Joe was shaking the hand of a small child when a large Rottweiler approached Biden and began to growl at Champ who stood protectively before his owner. Edward took aim at the Rottweiler, sensing the animal’s menace, he pulled the trigger of his M24