When they reached home it was pitch black. After skinning and cleaning the game, it was past one in the morning.
Early the next morning, Second Uncle drove the ox sled up to the entrance of the village. He had cut yesterday's deer into small chunks, and as soon as the production brigade's loudspeaker crackled to life, his honest voice echoed across the small mountain village.
"Screech~! Taste~!"
Chapter 429