Suddenly, there was a deafening blast.
„What‘s happening?“ asked a frightened Arthur. „Poachers!“ the angry fox answered. Four men in camouflage gear carried large rifles. “Darn it, I missed,“ one of them said,
„what a pity, that little badger would‘ve looked really good over my chimney.“
The other two echoed with coarse laughter, soon interrupted by the appearance of a boy wearing a hat made of leaves and branches. “Congratulations, you‘re such brave gentlemen,“ said Arthur, with evident irony. “Thanks, kid,“ responded the man who wanted a badger on his fireplace.
„It‘s clear that you aren‘t familiar with sarcasm, sir,“ the boy declared, becoming very
serious „no, there‘s absolutely nothing brave in what you do. You‘re just cowards hiding behind a rifle. Animals are living creatures and, most importantly, they‘re innocent.
Change sports, find something that does not cause harm and leave the animals alone! „ The four silently mumbled and then one of them said, “Hey, kid. You‘re right. Forgive
us. We were wrong and it won‘t happen again. We‘ll hang our rifles up and go picking mushrooms instead. I hope the spirits of the animals we killed can forgive us... But tell us, who are you?”
“Who am I? I‘m the bearman and I‘m going to teach the forest demon a lesson“ he answered, resuming his journey.