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/
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
