There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was
in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having
lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was
clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like
hours, he came across a abin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark
it had grown, he derided to see if he could stay there for the night.
He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The
hunter ﬂopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to
the owner in the morning.
As he looked around the inside of the cabin. he was surprised to see
the walls adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredible detail.
Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their
features twisted into looks of hatred and malite. Staring back, he
grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted emm to ignore
the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted,
he fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning, the hunter awoke
he turned, blinking in
unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no
portraits, only windows.
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