I may be hunting! My Indian friends have shown me how to use a bow. They are my real friends and have taught me much about the woods. Wouldn't my sisters be surprised if I brought a deer to the ball.

My Godfather is teaching me to shoot a gun. Soon I may have my own. A man must learn to hunt and defend himself.

I've asked St. Nicholas for my own gun. I know St. Nicholas is for children...and I am twelve. But my godfather says perhaps St. Nicholas will give me this one last gift.