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Now my nephews are satisfied with shooting tiny pellets at inanimate objects. A leaf. A bottle that shatters. A moving plastic bag. I don’t know what they would do with a live target. If a rabbit hops this way, we will have to do a lesson in “eat what you kill.” That means gutting and cleaning an animal. I’m not sure that I am up for that.
You wouldn’t know it to look at him, but the oldest is less than six years away from becoming a state sanctioned killing machine. He may wield weapons of mass destruction. And days of sticks and mud and paper will be forever lost.