The Last Family
by Jeff Wofford

Monday, November 28, 4:47 PM. Trevor.

I killed three birds. Dad and I went hunting in the forest. There are birds everywhere and I missed a lot. I got three. I am pretty good shot. Dad is an expert. He’s been teaching me.

The birds are just little but Dad says we can eat them. Mom is making them for supper.

I love my mom and my dad.

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