The Great Command

Tom had a new .22 caliber rifle, a beauty. He had bought it to help a farmer clear his farm of pests. In return the farmer helped him pay for it.

Not long after he bought it, some other boys talked him into going rabbit-hunting. No one needed the meat, but since they all had rifles, shooting at tin cans seemed kind of tame.

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