Chapter Eight

"Take your shot son."

His Dad whispered in his right ear. Alexander is only sixteen years old and holding an air gun, nakadapa siya sa lupa at nanliliit ang mga abuhing mata sa konsentrasyon upang tamaan ang target. Isa iyong maliit na puting koneho, nasa pribadong gubat sila na pagmamay ari ng kanyang ama.

"Sii forte, Alexander it's about time."

Ang wika ni Arthur Brussel sa anak na hinihikayat itong iputok na ang hawak na baril. Both of them are hiding on a tree trunk that's been down in the soil for a long time. Nagtatalo ang isip ng binata kung susundin ang utos ng ama. The rabbit looks so white,fluffy and cute and now it's innocent eyes is visible on his scope. Nang biglang nag ingay ang mga tuyong dahon sa unahan.

A big leopard had appeared and before it could lay its hands on the poor rabbit, Alexander took the shot. Bahagya pang nagulat ang binata sa sariling putok ng baril. The wild beast is suddenly dead unable to mo