They made speakers in the woods to "amplify the songbirds" as if they weren't screaming loud enough for us to hear at all hours on all days. These constructions stand twice as tall as a man and deer can often be found lying down, seemingly asleep at first until you go close enough to see the small pools of blood that leak from their ears and the fear in their half-open eyes as they remain paralysed in fear by nature's accidently weaponised cacophony.
You're meant to stand in front of the speakers and enjoy the music of nature, made loud enough for humans to hear more of it than ever before. Even the slightest rustle of a mouse is audible which isn't so bad but, as if expected, the less friendly aspects of nature are also amplified.
For instance, did you know rabbits could scream? Have you ever heard the sound of an owl tearing into a live mouse and feeding it piece-by-piece to its young? Or the death rattle of the deer who wander aimlessly into the speakers and become overwhelmed, gradually starving to death?
Of course we clean out any bodies found, deer or other. Our butchers never go without work. Of course tourists love it all, utterly ignorant about the impact this all has on the town but more than content to eat their "locally sourced" venison burgers or rabbit stew or "pork" in rarer instances.
We leave so many graves empty.
They don't suspect a thing.
Don't eat the pork.
Don't visit the woods.
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