Suddenly there was chaos. The critters scattered in every direction. Francis cried out, “Stop in the name of Christ the King!” His plea was answered by another arrow that barely missed his head. Francis dove behind Raccoon's tree. The gathering inside Raccoon's tree, huddled together in the deepest part of the den.
Unknown to Francis and his friends inside the tree, Bear had circled around behind the hunter. With one swat, the hunter lay dead at his feet. Bear let out a deafening growl, and then there was silence throughout the woods.
Francis stepped out from behind the tree, weeping - weeping for the dead buck and hunter, but weeping even more for the grief of knowing how long it might take to realize his vision across the earth. The critters began slowly to return to the tree from their various hiding places.
(to be continued)
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