Killer
I just killed something and I'm a bit distressed! I'm still shaking.
It's quite late at night and everyone else has gone to bed. Earlier on the dogs had been barking at something in the shed. It was a rat. Dad got woken up by the dogs and sent me out with a torch and a spear to kill it. Extremely reluctant, I headed off into the garden, spotted the rat, speared... and missed. Though I scared it off which seemed to silence the dogs for a while.
But about an hour later the dogs stared barking again and sure enough the rat had reappeared, it's cute little eyes and it's furry little body... well anyway i took aim again, speared... BULLS EYE!
Unfortunately this wasn't quite enough to pierce the rat's body because the spear was blunt. Instead it was jammed up against the shed wall, letting out this cute little squeal as I tried to ram the prongs through. To no avail. The dogs were going wild by this stage and I was getting quite distressed, I had to prop the spear up against a gas cylinder to keep the rat from getting away so I could walk around to rev myself up. I took up the spear again, looked away and gave one almight shove and... nothing! The rat was wailing to high heaven by this stage and, seeing the bloody hungry dogs jumping around madly, I took the rat by its tail and dangled it in front of the biggest dog, which then ravenously snatched the little critter into it's mouth and finished the job.
... I think I need a lie down...
