Under the shade of a big ginger leaf in the Byron hinterland, a little huntsman sat, quivering, wondering.
"Papa's been gone 3 days now," he sighed. "Isn't he ever coming home, mama?"
"Don't you worry, son," she replied. "He's probably just caught up in something and got carried away."
More of an imaginary than an engaged moment today, but I couldn't resist it :)
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