Personal Narrative: A Misfit Man

I am riding my silky and smooth haired, brown horse deep in the darkening and snowy woods. My horse and I are on a hunt for troubled fun. A misfit man is surely awaiting my presence. This old man, George, hides and peeks around the skirts of town. Our history started when we met in the woods hunting for food. I had a load of potential dinner already on my back. Old man George had a few but was only hunting for fun. I was nearing the end of my trip, when I spotted two very still jack rabbits. I always had a mission when hunting. I wanted to feed as many as I could. So, there was no way in this world, that those two rabbits would stay alive. I aimed and was ready to release. Focused and skilled, I waited for the kill. Then in the
silent air I heard a crackling of the branches behind me. To my angry eyes, two rabbits lay dead as night. I turned and saw George. He ran with his kill and never looked back.
As I starting edging the hillside, I saw a funnel of grey smoke in the air.
I was led by the smoke cloud to a quaint little cottage. It did not appear to be vacant. As I was approaching the door, I noticed a faint glow in the arched window. I assumed it was candlelight. In the corner of my eye, I sensed movement. A blurry and small outline of a person topped the hill. I decided to go in to the cottage even though the movement still was etched my mind. Once in, I walked through a small sitting circle and felt warmth from the fire burning stove. Into the kitchen was a table with food. A warm and fresh prepared meal was set out for two guests. The table had turkey, peas, green beans, bread and pie. I hadn’t eaten since this morning so I decided to help myself to a plate. As I was about to take a bite of the turkey, the wood door pushed open. This sound startled me to the point of coughing. The blurred figure came through the door. It was the person I saw in field. That person was carrying a basket full of garden vegetables. When the person saw me, she asked me who I was and why I was in her house. I told her about my hunting experience and how I had walked upon the cottage. I let her know about how cold it was and that I needed a little warmth and something to eat. She didn’t feel sorry for me in the least bit. I felt extremely bad because she had made this meal for her husband and children. I gave her my regards and lots for rabbits to enjoy. I left on my horse
to find new journeys and discover new fun.