Woody Cavenaugh

I awoke with a start from a deep sleep Bud puts his front paws up on the bed and says,
"They're back! Lets go get them!"

Jake, the more thoughtful of the two yawn, stretched, headed for the door. I jumped up and headed for the door quickly without dressing. The Angel of Bitterness was waiting for me by the door. The Angel of Bitterness is what it is, and at this moment chose to be a she.
"Cyclops is waiting for us, so lets not keep him waiting." she said and handed me an axe that I kept in the living room as functional decor. She opened the door and we walked through it by size, Bud, Jake, and I.

We all took off headed towards where Cyclops was waiting. I am not sure if I tripped or if I made a decision to fall on purpose, either way by the time I hit the ground I had made up my mind to roll in the winters grass and get clean. Spring grass is the best, but when you are in need of a good roll any grass will do. Off again, I loped after the dogs, Bud was so excited by the unfolding events I thought for sure he would run headlong into a tree.

We stopped at Cyclops, he smiled his one big eye shining in the star light and I smiled back but couldn't help but ask, "You aren't going to tell me I've been struck by lightning again are you?"

He smiled Bigger and replied, "Oh nothing like that at all! They're over there, by the river in the tree stand."
It was at this point Tuffy spoke up, "The Cyclops never has good news." I was annoyed that she said it in front of him, and I was doubly annoyed that she was there with us. This is no place for cats! I told her so too Then I charged ahead. I started first but Bud was ahead of me already and Jake at my side. The Angel of Bitterness trumpted our arrival with a inhuman battle cry as I streaked up the small ladder to where our prey was already jumping for safety. They left everything behind as they ran for the safety of somewhere I didn't care about. They were both bloodied for good measure and we all howled at the tops of our lungs at the fun we were having.

We tore the stand to the ground and all took turns peeing and pooping on everything. The Angel of Bitterness helped me to wrap a disguarded rifel around a small tree, the stock broke in the process but that didn't stop us. Nothing ever stops us. Soon the fun was over and done, there was nothing left to tear, nothing left to rend, and nothing left to chew.

Then Cyclops said, "You look really tired, lets go home now."
Jake noded in approval, and bud licked my leg, I had apparently gotten something tasty on me. I noded in agreement, I was feeling awful tired, I think I could have gone to sleep right there. The Angel of Bitterness folded its fiery wings behind me and was gone. No one spoke until we got back to the edge of the yard. I turned to say goodnight to Cyclops and head back to bed, I could barely hold my eyes open. He spoke first.

"Good news, although you have lost a lot of blood you will live. The poachers were so frightened they will call the police to report being attacked by a mad man. They will be arrested soon after."

I blinked at him, "What?"

"I'm sorry I thought you might know already, you've been shot. The solid wood headboard absorbed alot more of the impact then the exterior wall did so the bullet didn't go all the way through you. Good thing too I should add."

My last thoughts before losing consciousness was the fact that I have always liked Cyclops, but he never brings me good news.