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As the first flowers of spring bloomed across Paris, Charles-Henri took up his rifle, packed a light lunch, and bounded into the forest with his trusty hunting dog. This was his favourite time of year. The weather warmed considerably, enough to forgo the need for furs, and the earth was fragrant with a new coat of grass. Life flourished after a hard winter. Birds sang as they flew between the trees. The sky was so broad, devoid of the oppressive shroud of rain clouds. Trotting along a small creek, Charles-Henri smiled, and took in the beauty of the woods with a twirl on his feet.
“What a wonderful day!” He exclaimed. “How about a few pheasants, Eden? If we catch one with beautiful tail feathers, I will give you its legs for dinner.”
Eden barked, tail waggling in excitement.
Charles-Henri laughed. “Come on, then!” He picked up his pace. “Let’s move further upstream.”
