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fence with his rifle, he immediately tried to think of ways he could get out of performing such a tas k– and that’s exactly what it was… performin g – and still save some face. His quick wit had failed him and he struggled to say anything. 
    “Nah, I don’t wanna shoot the ra b– uh, the squirrel,” Tyler began with a Freudian slip. “You know I could shoot him if I wanted to. You saw me put a bb right through the “O” in the Coke can, remember? No way I’d miss the fat ass on  that  thing! Nah, I’m pardoning him. HEY! I PARDON YOU, SQUIRREL!” Tyler joshed at the squirrel in good natured humor, hoping that it was contagious and that Lilith would forget the whole thing.
    “Aww, shit;  I’ll  shoot the stupid thing, if you’re too much of a pussy!” Jayson badgered.
    “Oh, shut up, Jay, you couldn’t hit my  house !” Tyler shot back with a dismissive wave of his hand. A humiliated Jayson got familiar with how his shoes looked once again.
    “Not only that, but Tyler’s gonna do it because I’m going to give him a kiss if he does,” Lilith promised.
    Tyler’s heart raced. The tax on his heart was a two-pronged assault: first, the idea that he was slowly but surely succumbing to peer-pressure for not the first, but the  second  time today. The other factor that was getting his heart into a tizzy was the prospect of having his first kiss with a gorgeous girl (to him, a woman). Lilith was freakishly good looking. Everyone has seen the type of attractive girl about whom people always whisper behind her back regarding her beauty. Lilith had more beauty than that even. Again, they were  freakishly  good looks.
    “Well? What do you say? Deal?” Lilith waited.
    Tyler knew he could hold out no longer. All the while he felt himself just inching towards the edge of a precipice, slowly but surely, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter… femtometer  even. Now? Now he was about to swan dive right off into uncharted territory. 
    Tyler started out as a typical boy who would think absolutely nothing about kicking over an ant hill, burning ants with a magnifying glass, stepping on caterpillars, or hitting lightning bugs out of the air with a whiffle-ball bat and watching them fly across the summer evening sky like shooting stars. Ray would never admit it, but deep down, perhaps even on a subconscious level, he wanted to make sure that killing insects was where it would stop with his son. He didn’t want Tyler to have a “rabbit incident” of his own to pass down to  his  son one day. Yes…this coming from an avid hunter. Everyone allows for a certain degree of hypocrisy to reside within themselves.
    After the story of the rabbit incident was rehashed in his mind, Tyler had felt so bad for this rabbit, dead for perhaps thirty years at this point, that he swore off killing the minutest of God’s creatures, including insects. Tyler hated spiders, but would still muster up enough strength and unadorned sympathy to coax it into a cup and let it free outside. His father would always laugh to himself when he saw this. The real laugh was how a man notices this temperament in his son and thinks that someday he’ll get him to go hunting!  That , my friends, was the laugh of all. 
    “Ok. Ok, I’ll do it,” Tyler conceded; but he wasn’t happy about it. No, Lilith and Jayson both understood that this was a real chore. Nonetheless, a triumphant smirk breached the surface of her countenance, but only slightly.
    Tyler pumped the rifle a few times to make sure that the shot would be at full powe r– he wasn’t going to have a rabbit incident of his own, no si r– so that the shot would most likely kill the squirrel outright instead of wounding it. Tyler raised the rifle butt against his shoulder and steadied the rifle in his hands as he peered through the scope. He could see through the telescopic sighting scope that the squirrel was enjoying an acorn on Tyler’s fence. Tyler closed his eyes in