Don’t shoot, Samuel.
Magnolia crouched down on her knees and carried the frightened brown bunny.
Just because you like to hunt, Samuel don’t mean you can start shootin’ anything that runs your way.
That is how I hunt, Magnolia. You have forgotten what hunters hunt for. We kill just about any animal ‘cept for humans.
Why don’t you just kill fish, Samuel?
Because Magnolia, I can’t just puncture a fish with a led bullet in a stream of water, I’ll waste even more bullets and contaminate the fish.
I’ve always hated hunters… She said disdainfully. ...They are vulgar, violent monsters.
Perhaps I am one of those too, Magnolia. Samuel lowered his eyes to the ground, not meeting her eyes.
You need to eat Magnolia, it’s the only way. We can’t just eat the stuff we grow all the time.
He trudged on through the dirt path through the woods. Olive covered leaves softly fell to the ground. Samuel stared straight down the path, unable to utter a single word. She always stops me. It’s what I wanna do. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with doin’ what I want to do. Not hurtin’ anybody. He thought to himself.
Suddenly, he heard something rustling in the distance. To his left, he spied a watering hole and many deer surrounding it.
I’ll just shoot em’. He thought. Magnolia…No…No…Magnolia can’t see me now. I’ll just hunt now, carry the food off, ain’t none of her dang business.