"note from Ken 10/3/97"
He (Adam) thinks he is this great white hunter. Well, he got his first chipmunk on Thursday. Not with this bow and arrow or sling shot. No, he got this one with a stick. Well, he came in the house and told me he killed a chipmunk. I thought, "well, I wish he wouldn't have killed it, but at least now he'll feel guilty about killing this poor little innocent critter and never want to hunt again." So, I told him to take it up to the garden and bury it deep enough that no other animals would find it. And that was the end of it.
Half an hour later, Adam asked me if he could take his knife out side. I figured he was going to carve (mutilate) a stick like he usually does, so I said the typical "Sure, just be careful." Twenty minutes later, Luke wanted to show me his lucky "rabbits foot."
Back at the garden Adam had actually skinned the chipmunk (not a bad job for such a little animal either). He said, he did it just like the indians skinned animals for clothes. I couldn't really get mad at him. After all, people around here hunt all the time and I think he sincerely wanted to do it like the indians did.
Now he's talking about getting the rabbits back by the railroad tracks. (Maybe I should warn the neighbors to keep their cats and small dogs inside).
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