"Shoot it! shoot it!", they yelled at him. He was nervous. His hand trembled as the pulled the arrow. The prey was already getting away.
"Come on! it's getting away. I'm out of arrows!", another person shouted.
"We already have enough meat", Jerry yelled back, sweating profusely.
They watched as the rabbit ran through the green leaves and over logs of wood. The next thing they saw was a knife slicing through the rabbit. The knife flew from nowhere and flew back, right before their eyes, to Joe's open left palm.
"I love rabbits. I'd have spared", Joe said.
"I love rabbit meat. I'd have killed", another hunter replied.
"Grow some nerves and throw some knives, boy!", Chuma slapped Jerry in the buttocks.
"Hmm, word!", Alex said.
"Uhn? Oh, yea. I'm good at rhyming.... rhyming wise wor
