Raven for that is my name, I am for not killing animals and for no hunting the animals. I am a strong believer in this. I was out walking around my favorite meadow when I spotted him, with his long bow and the full bag of arrows by his side. I also saw him aiming for an endangered deer. I started to run to him and had to leave my six hundred pound, black Victorian boots behind. I reached him just in time before he let his arrow slip past and pick out a life and throw it away. I stared at him for just a bit, and then let him have it. "You mister have just almost taken a life. Do you realize that?! I am glad I got here in time, I had to leave my six hundred pound, black Victorian boots behind and by now someone has probably stolen them!" I took a deep breath and and calmly finished saying, "You, Angus McCavy, will now serve two weeks in county jail, and will pay for the animal hunting that you have been doing and for my six hundred pound, black Victorian boots." "Now I'm …show more content…
When I got there, I noticed that their cottage roof was made twigs, and their walls were adobe bricks. I knocked on the frail door and what looked like his mother, opened the door. She and the rest of the people huddled behind her were very malnourished and dehydrated. They had greasy hair and rags as clothes because they were to skinny to fit in anything else. I have realized my mistake. I leave the food with them and ran to the county jail to demand that they let him go. I reach the jail just in time. I talk to the officer and he lets him go. He then hugs me. He collects his bow and arrows and takes me by the hand and takes me to his hunting area. When they arrive he explains his way of killing to me. I explain my side of things and he listens. I start to realize and sympathize his situation as I think about it. It's a need to, not a want to, for killing the