Folk tale Hunter

In ancient times, there was a hunter who hunted for a living, whether it was rabbits, weasels or foxes, he fought.

One day, he came to the mountains to hunt again, and today he had bad luck and didn't get anything in the mountains for half a day. As he was searching for his prey, he suddenly saw a fox in the distance. Good fellow, the hunter raised his shotgun and aimed it at the fox. As soon as the gunshot rang out, it hit the fox's leg, and the fox dragged the injured leg to the back of the mountain, and the hunter quickly went to chase the fox. The hunter chased several hills without seeing the fox, and the hunter was tired, so he went to the main road on the mountain to rest. It was almost dark, and the hunter was going home, and nothing had been hit today, not even a fox with a wounded leg had been caught, and the hunter wondered as he walked. The hunter was walking when he suddenly saw an old woman sitting on a stone on the side of the road in front of him. When the hunter approached, he asked: Old man, did you see a fox with a broken leg? The old lady suddenly burst out scolding, not knowing which king beat my foot with a gun. When the hunter heard this, he threw his gun away, and he was so frightened that he ran home and never hunted again