A Series Of Unfortunate Events
I remember a story MIL told me long time ago.
Once upon a time, a relative of hers (possibly Clyde’s side) has a fondness for hunting all sorts of animals. Not that he’s a hunter or farmer by profession, but the sicko just enjoys the blood fest.
Anyways, he was out hunting one day when he decided to add a monkey to his gruesome collection. He found one climbing a tree and promptly aimed his rifle and took a crack shot.
Monkey fell and our friend instantly went to claim his prize.
It turned out to be a female monkey which had recently given birth. From the puddle of blood, her outstretched hands reached for the still suckling baby wrapped around her chest and offered it to him, in desperate hope of gaining sympathy and have him take care of her offspring. You can imagine the depth of destitute and helplessness the mother was feeling when she handed over her flesh and blood to her own killer.
Guilt ridden, he killed it too as he knows the baby will not survive without its mother.
He never hunted again.
If someone’s entire lifetime, hopes and dreams can be placed into one bundle, and the package is placed in your hands, what would you do?
