When you book into a homestay on a vacation to the nearby hillstations, you envisage yourself being surrounded by greenery - birds chirping, cattle grazing, pretty butterflies fluttering around, fresh crisp breeze playing with your hair, refreshing aroma of freshly made coffee and what not.
Being the kind that attracts everything out of the ordinary, it would scarcely suprise you if I were to say that this wasn't quite what happened at the nice quiet homestay I had booked into.
I found a couple of guns. One was a normal fairly harmless airgun, and the other was a shotgun.
Sadly there was no ammunition. Darn.
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