Everwood – Day Seventeen – Horns

Everwood – Day Seventeen – Horns

There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns;

Shakespeare, Merry Wives of Windsor

Herne the Hunter was the first thing that occurred to me for today’s prompt. The only challenge from a creative standpoint was doing him straight as the Horned God, or doing him as Falstaff being pranked.