poachers
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Rhino Girl
But these were not men, she realized. They were a cackle of spotted hyena, bright-toothed in the dark, and they were laughing at her.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Sound of Galton’s Whistle
Those acres of wild were not about to cough up what I was missing no matter how much I clapped and whistled.