Let me tell
you a true story about a baby rabbit I stomped to death out of compassion when
I was about 13. I was walking down this street that had no sidewalk, but did
have a deep curb. I come upon the baby rabbit, only a few weeks old, who had
gotten himself in the road, and could not climb out over the curb. It was in my
idea to catch him, lift him over the curb, and set it free.
With this in mind,
I sped up to gain on him, licked split we were both running with me being the
fastest by a little. When I had almost cough up with him, he stopped dead in
his tracks, and before I could stop my foot struck him in the head, knocking
out one of his eyes. He no longer tried to get away, I picked him up, and
looked at his damaged eye as I contemplated what to do.
I was not going to take
on the burden of taking him home and trying to care for him, it was beyond my
ability to give his that kind of care. I also knew that if I turned him loose
that his changes of a slow, lingering painful death were much better than his
surviving to adulthood. So I put him back on the road and stomped his real hard
and went on home.
I have killed many rabbit since then intentional, and not of
them stay in my memory like this guy does.
