Jamie swallowed and he then lowered the gun slowly. Jamie’s eyes began to fill with tears, “I can’t to it..” he said with his voice quietly. The deer looked at jamie directly. Jamie looked back at the deer and weakly smiled feeling the breeze rush through his hair. The deer stared at him for only a few seconds more before it scampered off into the forest. Jamie heard the sound of the bucks hooves on the snow crunching beneath it and then Jamie sadly looked down. Jamie got up and slowly walked home, his head hung low as his feet were nearly dragging on the ground under him. As he approached his home his mother saw him sitting outside on the bench looking closely at his grandfather's gun. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to you know..”
