@GeneralTsao,
When two hunters go after the same prey, they often end up shooting each other.
I once stepped on a frog. I was leaving the car as a teen after a date so it was dark. I felt something slippery as I stepped and saw I squashed a frog - now 25 years later I still feel guilty about it.
I got my BB gun, like all the other boys in our neck of the woods, at an early age. My father told me not to shoot birds or other animals. But one quickly finds that there are precious few satisfying targets in the great outdoors, and one sunny June morning I stepped out in the green pasture of our farm as a wren flew past me and landed on the fence nearby. I put the gun up to my shoulder and squeezed the trigger. The wren fell down in the tall grass.
I moved the grass away and where there was once a lovely, innocent bird, there was then just the ugly face of death. I never did that again, and I truly do feel bad about it to this day.
"The theological implications alone are staggering."
The Gospel according to Peanuts, by Robert Short. p 33
