Don't Just Look In Its Eyes - A Creative Story The snow blinded his vision. The crosshairs aimed at the subject, he fired, and missed. The deer, or whatever animal it was, ran off into a sea of snow. He said nothing. The old hunter was getting too ancient for this game. He decided to finish up for the day. He had already caught two snow rabbits, a small partridge and some kind of mink. Not bad he thought. "What is that?" Solomon rose from his crouched position to survey his prey. A standing animal? Was it a standing bear? Or was it a tree? No, it had walked off, seeing the look