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TANKOO
WELL, I must leave you to imagine what my feelings were as I looked down, day after day, on that beautiful, bloody thing with my bullet in it. I can't tell you—it chokes me up now—unless a little story of Jon and me would do it.
I used to gun a good deal when I was young. Once, when I was out for rabbits I found a cunning young one just a couple of inches long, a regular little cotton-tail—with no parents about. I expect, maybe, that I had killed 'em. It was starving to death. I brung it home for Jon—about three or four year old then. Well, you never saw no better friends! Jon fed him like a mother and he took it. That little bunny would follow Jon about like they was brothers.
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