Once upon a time, a young man from the bustling city decided to visit his uncle, a seasoned farmer who lived deep in the countryside. Tired of honking horns, crowded streets, and endless screens, the young man was hoping for a change of pace… though he wasn’t quite sure what “farm life” would offer.
His uncle, a cheerful and down-to-earth man with a weathered face and muddy boots, was happy to have company. On the first day, he proudly showed his nephew around the farm.
“There’s the chicken coop,” the uncle said, opening a wooden gate as hens scattered in all directions.
“Over there’s Bessie — best milker in five counties!” he added, patting an unimpressed-looking cow.
The young man tried to show interest, nodding politely as he carefully avoided cow pies and hay bales.
Day two came and went with more farm tours — checking the crops, feeding the pigs, fixing a fence.
Day three involved watching the sheep and chasing one that had somehow escaped the pen (twice).
But by the fourth day, it was clear: the city boy was bored out of his mind.
He sat on the porch, poking at his phone, surrounded by the sounds of chirping birds and buzzing flies, looking like someone stranded in another century.
His uncle scratched his head, thinking. Then a mischievous grin crept across his face.
“Well,” he said, “why don’t you grab a gun, take the dogs, and go do a bit of shooting?”
The young man’s eyes lit up.
“Really? I can do that?”
“Sure,” said the uncle. “It’ll be good for you. Dogs know the woods well — just follow their lead.”
So off he went, two excited hunting dogs at his heels and a shotgun over his shoulder, stepping into the woods like a soldier on a mission. His uncle watched him go, shaking his head with a chuckle.
Hours passed.
The sun began to dip low on the horizon. The crickets started their evening song. The uncle was rocking gently on his chair, half-dozing, when suddenly — the nephew came marching back.
Covered in dirt, twigs in his hair, and a look of wild excitement in his eyes.
The dogs, however… were nowhere to be seen.
“Well now,” said the uncle, sitting up. “How did you enjoy that?”
The nephew grinned from ear to ear.
“It was amazing!” he exclaimed.
Then, with a mischievous gleam in his eye, he added:
“Got any more dogs?”
The uncle froze.
His pipe dropped from his mouth.
He stared at his nephew.
“…What exactly were you shooting at?” he asked slowly.
The nephew shrugged.
“I dunno. The dogs kept running, and I just aimed wherever they barked. Pretty effective, I think. They stopped barking eventually.”
The uncle stared a moment longer, then burst into laughter so loud it scared the chickens in the coop.
“Boy,” he said between gasps, “remind me never to take you hunting!”
Moral of the story?
Never assume a city boy knows what he’s doing in the country… and always count your dogs before and after the hunt! 🐶💥
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