As we were about to call lunch after a days hunting trip I had decided to rest before heading back I found a tree and sat against it,placing my gun next to me I was about to put my raccoon hat over my eyes and take a nap then,suddenly I saw something move,something weak and small itself,I had an urged to pick up my gun to shoot at it,it was a squirrel but I didn't have a heart to,to make matters worse I think the poor creature was dying and just wanted some place to rest,so I let it be but you know what you know where he decided to die he climb on me and on top of my head I did not move and later it died there,I let it stay as a reminder of how many creatures I killed so I might live I let the squirrel stay there no one ever ask why I always wore some kind of hat on my head I told them I was afraid of haircuts. So as the rest of my life went by I went to school like everyone else teachers thought I was being rebellious wearing hats all the time, I graduated ha ha . At my wedding I wore a hat which my bride didn't like but she married me anyway.Never again will I raise a gun to another creature so I might live,killing animals is wrong just like people think before you react .end/
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
