The boy who answered the door said a pistol was certainly not necessary and that he would be happy to use his BB gun and kill the monster that was terrorizing the neighborhood.
The boy marveled at the bulk of the serpent, took aim, and with one clean shot marked the water moccasin curled up in the garden tub with the bindi.
As the boy held up the kill for approval and in those last moments the writer recognized beauty and innocence and knew she had done a terrible thing….
The boy marveled at the bulk of the serpent, took aim, and with one clean shot marked the water moccasin curled up in the garden tub with the bindi.
As the boy held up the kill for approval and in those last moments the writer recognized beauty and innocence and knew she had done a terrible thing….
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