Article September 29, 1973 Issue

The Great Command

E. Stuart Wells

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.

Well, Tom hit his rabbit. But he had to use a second shot to quiet the suffering animal. That ended Tom's hunting. He saw that killing for the sake of killing wasn't fun. The killing of the farmer's pests hadn't made him happy, either.

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