Arrrrrrrrr! Billy! Look to the western horizon! See there! A glorious stag!
Wait, how’s that? Wh….Oooooh I see him now! Majestic! Aye, Bobby! Silhouetted against the fading crimson light, crepuscular and regal, a beast the likes of which thine eyes have ever partaken!
Now to fell the stag and set about murdering yonder upstream sportsman!
THE OWL HEAD SHOE HORN 