I’m dangerous and shouldn’t be allowed out of the house. It was an accident, of course, but still. Bunnies all through the neighborhood are in mourning tonight, I know it. I’m a murderer. I killed a bunny. A poor defenseless little rabbit who ran into the road. I felt a bump, turned the car around, and ran into the road myself. Already dead. At least it was quick. But what if my victim had little baby bunnies at home? What about them? Are they huddled up in their burrow (warren? nest?) waiting for a parent who won’t be coming back?
Am I anthropomorphizing perhaps a bit too much? Maybe, but I think this is the first time I’ve been directly responsible for the death of any animal (insects don’t count). Cut me a little slack. Or don’t. I’m a killer, and I don’t deserve slack.
Dad
Seems to me you might have killed a fish or two in your time. Don’t they count?
Zannah
Me? Do you mean I may have killed a fish or two while fishing? When have I ever fished? I remember fishing one time with some friend in elementary school, but I threw the one fish I caught back in immediately. You must be confusing me with your other daughter.
Sparky
Yes, I’ve killed a few fish, but they’re not cute little fuzzy bunnies so I can sleep at night.