Communication Breakdown
Communication Breakdown
It was a day like any other. Dad had just brought breakfast back to the family. I especially remember how fresh the carrots tasted. We’ve just moved to a new place, just south of the lake where my brother and I learned to swim. Although our old home was destroyed unexpectedly by a bunch of men in hats, we were adjusting well to our new place. The grass was soft and the hills were lightly capped with white snow. It was in between winter and spring, my favorite time of the year. Jimmy and I were on our way to the pasture to find hay for our beds. Suddenly, I saw a quick flash and heard a crisp crack! Oh no, not again.
“Jimmy run, go home!” I screamed to my little brother as I fell to the ground. Skeptically, my brother ran south. I lay on the ground with tears in my eyes. A sharp pain overcomes my body as I concentrate on breathing. I think back on all the times in my life that I’ve been scared or hurt. This is definitely the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I start to worry that I may not make it out of this jam alive, when I see a human in an orange vest triumphantly marching towards me.
Thinking quickly, and bravely I might add, I use all my might to force myself up off of the ground. As the man in the orange vest raises his hunting tool at me, I dart off behind two large oak trees. One shot! Two shots! Good thing this guy is really a lousy shot. I run and I run fast, but before I do I stare the man right in the eyes. If he could only realize that I have a mind, a soul of my own. Surely he thinks I’m some kind of inferior being who has no sense of right or wrong, no sense of pain. That’s the only reason someone would resort to these extreme measures to try and kill me.
I come to the clearing north of the lake. I lie down on the ground to look at my wound. I am shocked to see that I am quickly losing blood. My left leg is hurt, badly. I know it’s broken when I feel the...
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