Wearily Phyllis sat down; Vanessa rather shakily sat in a nearby chair. “Home the conquering hunters come... So what did you bring home this time?” Mitch asked and glanced at them, and then turned to move the fish before it stuck to the pan. Billy came in, gathered dishes from the dishwasher and then rushed off to set the table. Janet came in drying her hands. “You two better get cleaned up here, diner is almost ready,” she warned. She paused to look at the pale Vanessa. “What’s wrong?” Mitch turned to regard them. “We were hunting and just bagged a giraffe when this THING came out after us,” Vanessa said, shaking. Janet rested her hands on her shoulder. “It was huge, like a boar, bristled and dark, but with a hump and great big tusks,” Phyllis continued the story. Mitch handed her a beer and then another to Vanessa. Vanessa’s eyes were lost. “I thought we were toast, I mean, it just grunted and the next thing we knew it was charging...” She began to shake again.
