War Cry – The Monksville Chronicles #114

My dad and I were out on the boat just past the north launch heading southwest down the Northern Leg. Dad had already started trolling a spoonplug and I was just kind of zoned out, staring at the sky, when I see a red-tailed hawk. Before I can even call it out to pops, the feathered fiend shrieks a war cry and dives towards the water. Hawks don’t do much fishing, which is why this is so crazy – there was a snake swimming on the surface and the hawk snatched it right out of the drink. We both watched it fly away with the snake squirming in its talons. If I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d call it unbelievable.

– H.A.W.


This has been the fourteenth story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:

The Monksville Chronicles

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If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~

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