in a wearhouse not to far away from home makeing guns to send away, finishes makeing them closeing the crate with a sigh and takes them to the airport watching the plane fly off with the goods, a thick wad
sitting on a green hill eating some cheese..... hears something pulling out the gun aiming at some bushes cheese held in his mouth..........sees a rabbit come out.......puts the gun down
(sorry I went on holidays) .....walking out of a cheery town as people sing and dance in celebration of Switzerland day getting into the house checking the mail some bills some birthday cards and letters from
planting vegtibles and weed in the fresh soil......looks at the beautiful blue moutians that surround him......
shootinging at moveing targets, running at full speed kicking wooden targets smashing them and shooting them from high trees
inside a underground room where he keeps his guns Smokeing a joint .............eyes red....................starts to giggle
stirring a giant spoon in a big metal pot of melted chocolat putting the temperature gage in it...almost ready
walking around getting to a snow coverd hill and sighs at the white around him, wishing the snow would just go but as the winter dragged out so did his food supply
wearing a white cover cloak and out into the snow blending in with the surroundings gun at the ready....
sits at the window sipping tea a gun by his side.....my country is so perfect....