There’s a old myth about a mysterious man who hunted monsters. He lived in a small shack. He hunted many monsters tall ones small ones slippy ones slimey ones slow ones fast ones the list just goes on and on. One day a man ran into his shack and said ‘a big furry monster just attacked my village’ the hunter grabbed all his stuff and set off. He finally made it there it was the moster he pulled out his bow and shot it in the back it let out a pitiful howl then it fell to the ground dead.