He felt lucky to be invited to the annual duck shoot at the corporate plantation. The guests milled around drinking beer and talking as the shooters took their pot shots at the terrified birds winging for their lives to escape the explosion of death. Disgusted, he asked for his birds live and took them home.
This is a Mr. Knowitall (who really does) 55 flash fiction piece to meet his challenge. You write, you link to him and let him know you wrote and linked and he will come and kick your ass into the weekend for playing. (Stolen from the Walking Man)