It is only human beings who butcher their prey, and seem, some of them, to rejoice in their agony.

I used to be eager to kill birds and rabbits, but I did not want to keep them before me long after they were dead.

I often stop in the street and look up at fine ladies' bonnets, and wonder how they can wear little dead birds in such dreadful positions.

Some of them have their heads twisted under their wings and over their shoulders, and looking toward their tails, and their eyes are so horrible that I wish I could take those ladies into the woods and let them see how easy and pretty a live bird is, and how unlike the stuffed creatures they wear.

Have you ever had a good run in the woods, Joe ?" "No, never," I said.
"Some day I will take you, and now it is late and I must go to bed.