INKtober~ Day, The Twenty-First
Little Ralph averted his aim from the family of Corvus Birds, his bow and arrow now lowered at his side. All of one half and four years old, ha had shown and act of Mercy.
And Act he might hope for from his Mother who was sick with worry and organized a search party with the county sheriff's department. The little-yet maturing hunter would emerge from the deciduous Forest unaware of the chaos his expedition had caused. His Mother reflected, "I didn't know whether to hit him or to hug him!".