Aother day, another morning. Every morning I go out to feed the dogs, but the crows like to snatch it out of their reach, so I hope the birds aren't that bad today.
Ok, it was worse than I thought, but thatś ok... next I usually go to take out the trash.
oh that's it! time to get rid of you
I saw Scarhead, scavenging through the trash. Without thinking, I threw a stick at Scarhead, bad idea...
but, why should i, because scarhead is just an animal like me. so there is no reason to kill him.
At that moment, I was terrified, but all I could think was that there was a bear rummaging through my trash, charging at me, and was definitely a threat.
I was also REALLY mad, and was already having a bad day so I got my rifle, ready to shoot the bear.
But then I thought, ¨why shoot the bear?¨ there was no point, the bear was just an animal like me and also like me, he was just trying to survive, and so, I did not shoot the bear. For then on, I would always treat nature with respect.