He walked toward the trees, toward the place where he knew the antelope went to drink every morning. Most days, he did his best to ignore the chatter of the animals around him, hyperaware of the fact that others could not hear what he heard. But he knew when rabbits nested underfoot, when a falcon soared overhead, when a fox was protecting new cubs in her den.
He came across an antelope and her young, and he lifted his spear. It should have been to heavy for him, but he wasn’t like the other boys.
He apologized before he threw.
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