"A snopig!" exclaimed Hjierfni. "I'll grab my gun!" he added as he ran to the back room where his guns and ammo were stored. Back in the front room, he sighted out the window, while Hjellna continued boiling water as to not disturb her husband.
When the snopig bumbled into the open, Hjierfni shot it right in the side. The bullet simply disturbed the snow on its back, bounced off and flew into the distance. Snopigs are of course quite bouncy, so shooting one with a regular bullet wasn't going to work. Hjierfni dropped the gun and grabbed the net, but Hjellna commented "you aren't going to catch a snopig with a net, you aren't a boy anymore dear."
Drat.
The snopig waddled off down the road, and Hjierfni sighed. Boiled water and bread for dinner again. The thought of it irritated him so much that he grabbed the net anyway, put on his skis, and slid down the hill to try and catch the creature.
Hjierfni leaped upon the snopig, and was reminded again of the lesson he failed to learn the first time. Snopigs are bouncy creatures, and so Hjierfni bounced off of it, into a tree. Minutes later, Hjellna came skiing down, and snatched the snopig by the hoof. She tied it up, and released Hjierfni from the tree.
The couple returned home and cooked up the snopig. It was delicious, and Hjierfni, though humbled, was satisfied. They slept well and full for the first time in weeks and together looked forward to spring.
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