By Alan B. Combs

“We are having severe problems with the hunters, this year”, the rabbits complained. The pheasants agreed and the bob white quailed.

“That’s nothing compared to what happens in deer season”, added the valiant hart while beating through the bushes. “Every time we turn around, someone gets shot. And you can no longer trust the sound of rattling antlers for a good old country fight.”

“We’re becoming decimated and we’re not even edible!” came the traditional lament of the foxes.

“Whatever shall we do?”

“I propose we go to earth and hide out really well so that they cannot find us. At least, that should be our game plan.”