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(SIN GIN G) Who's got the sweetest disposition?

One guess, guess who?

Who never, never starts an argument?

WO MAN: Hmm?

Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right?

DONALD: Yeah?

Who'd never dream of starting a fight?

DONALD: That so?

Who gets stuck with all the bad luck? No one...

(DONALD Q UACKIN G AN GRILY)

... but Donald Duck!

DONALD: Yeah!

NARRA TOR: Well, well. Quite a spread, eh, Donald?

Yeah, not bad!

But your old grandpappy up there on the wall didn't have it so soft.

No! That old boy really had to work for his vittles.

His very existence depended on tracking down the great buffalo.

(EX CLAIMS)

(BELLOWS)

(HAMMER CLICKING)

(CRASHING)

NARRA TOR: Aha! Meat on the table.

(LAUGHING)

Granddad sure was funny.

NARRA TOR: Yes, but that life's not for us, eh, Donald?

No sir, not for me.

NARRA TOR: "Hunting Season Opens Tomorrow. "

Hunting season?

Yahoo!

Come on, sonny, let's get going. Time's a-wasting.

Grab your shooting iron, son. We're going hunting.

NARRA TOR: The spirit of our forefathers in us

awakens an irresistible urge to hunt wild game.

(ROARS)

NARRA TOR: All along the way are signs that we are approaching

the happy hunting ground.

Local residents make last-minute preparations

to welcome the sportsmen.

(CLAMORING)

Park your car right here.

MAN 1: Right oVer here, folks. MAN 2: The last chance for parking.

NARRA TOR: When the roads into the forest become impassable,

the hunter must continue on foot.

These sportsmen are fully equipped.

Some with the latest scientific hunting equipment,

some with experienced guides.

Deep into the untamed forest, through the uncharted wilderness,

the hunter's natural instinct helps him blaze a trail.

Man is in the forest. Let's dig out.

NARRA TOR: With camp set up, the hunter rests,

for a big day lies ahead.

Two down front.

NARRA TOR: It is now H- hour minus four.

The hunt will soon begin.

What are on the minds of the men in the trenches?

Are they thinking of their loved ones at home?

Dowse that light, you fool!

NARRA TOR: Minutes seem like hours.

But the stage is set. There's no turning back now.

The time, H-hour minus three.

Many months of preparation and now it's all here.

Only a few seconds, moments.

Time is eternal. Nothing to do but wait.

Wait.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four...

The suspense. What is Mother doing?

Three, two, one.

(PLAYING FANFARE)

(GUNS FIRING)

(PLAYING FANFARE)

Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eyes, sonny.

NARRA TOR: Quietly, deftly, the hunter stalks the game.

Rugged terrain.

The slightest noise, the snap of a twig, could...

Yahoo!

This is a deer, sonny. D-E-E...

Run for the hills! We're under fire!

(EX CLAIMS)

Sonny, that was close.

(PANTING)

We're out of mustard on Hill 45.

(SCREAMS)

Remember the Alamo!

Mmm, you're a cute one.

(GUNS FIRING)

(BELL RINGING)

Paps, what do I do now?

Sonny, dig out fast!

They're out of ammo on the east slope, sir.

Good, Jenkins. It'll soon be oVer.

It's oVer, Chief. All under control.

NARRA TOR: The hunt is over.

Drearily, the men come marching home, proud, undaunted.

Not without casualties. Not without suffering.

Hey, wait up! Wait for Pappy!

NARRA TOR: And not without gain.

Meat on the table.