My best Thanksgiving was in 2013 when me and Mr. Quinn went hunting for a whitetail deer. He said the deer is bigger than both of us combined so I’m going up to snipe it. Uncle Quinn took the bottom while I took the top of the tree. I fell asleep but woke up about 2 minutes later. Mr. Quinn was yelling on the radio, “take the shot”. It’s in the field. “Shoot it”. Just as I was aiming it, a squirrel, Asher B, jumped in front of the barrel of the gun blocking my view. I jumped down from the tree and tried to shoot the deer again but my gun jammed. The whitetail deer walked right pass me looking at me as if to say hi. It gave me a snooze. A moose came out of nowhere. It started talking to me. I’ve heard that voice. It was Aaron. A baby moose walked up and started talking. It sounded like Palmer. She said put that gun and knife down. A groundhog came out of the ground and spoke to me. It was Emily speaking. After that, a bat flew from the sky. This was David. It flew so low that it bit me. I started running fast until I was out of breath. A wolf came out of the cave and said to me that killing is a sin. It was Logan. I said, “no, it is not a sin”. I kept running until a turtle appeared out of the water. It sounded like Asher G. He said put them down, please. I ran even faster after seeing the turtle. I stopped near a tree when a bunny hops out of the forest. It looked at me with its poor eyes. Those eyes wanted to say something to me. It was Sandra. She said, drop your weapons and walk to the path of Happiness and Kindness”. I dropped to my knees. She said there is a different way than killing. I just couldn’t end that whitetail deer’s life. Mr. Quinn told me we need the deer for our Thanksgiving dinner. As I walked away, I heard the gun firing. Sandra was right. There is a better way.
