Linde shouldered a pellet gun as she competed for the grand prize of the local shooting game. What was this grand prize? It was a large stuffed fox. The fox's fur matched Linde's hair, and the woman wanted it more than anything. In fact, Berengar was shocked at how childish the love of his life was being, but he had to admit there was a bit of an appeal to that, just like every other aspect of the woman.
Linde was not by any means a marksman, and thus she pulled the trigger with jarring force. In doing so, missing the small steel ducks which were set up, and moving about on a machine. With each shot she would have to break the rifle in two, before inserting another pellet.
The strength required to do this was more than Linde could muster, and thus she was forced to pout each time, and hand the pellet gun over to her husband, who easily broke the action down, and reloaded the weapon before handing it back to his wife.
