gun i immediately hopped on my bike and rode.
the next day as i walked home from school i deliberately walked past the old man’s house. there in the little patch of grass between the road and the sidewalk was the rabbit. it was stretched out revealing long skinny limbs. its eyes were closed and there were a few flies buzzing about.
i got home, i hopped on my bike, i rode straight up that hill and i stopped at the rabbit. i stared at it lying there so still. i walked my bike past instead of riding as a sign of respect.
the next day i rode my bike up again. the 