#44: The Wild Hunt

This next one is truly poetry in motion. The storytelling, the action—it feels like some glorious epic from times long past, something that would be told and retold in the mead hall on long, dark, northern nights, alongside Beowulf and the tale of Sigurd and the dragon.

Can’t you just picture it? The hunters of the clan are out scouting the landscape, looking for the next source of discount blenders they need to feed their families. Suddenly, one of the displays of blenders is opened early. A piercing cry echoes across the land, summoning the others to join in the attack on their prey. After a mighty struggle, the hunters carry the spoils home in glory. It’s sort of beautiful, isn’t it?