Robbie walked down the death-row beaten path, his mouth was dry and his throat was very clumped with guilt and unforgettable grief, he never murdered any pet on purpose or by accident, he has shot and killed rabbits, squirrels, and deer with no remorse whatsoever, so, why couldn't he pull the trigger and appease his wretched mother? Nightfall would only be an hour away, he looked up the narrow pathway and watched his mom talk to the neighbor with such unconcerned attachment that was at hand by her command, he paused and pondered, how could someone who calls themself a Christian and kill without any remorse or shame struck a thunderbolt of worry with Robbie, but he needed to act because the dog was struggling with her litter and night time was cresting, he put the shell in the gun and said a prayer to God, for forgiveness, and knowing this was an abominable act that no living human being should ever have to do, this was beyond reprehensible, beyond evil, and beyond atrocious, he aimed it at her a tiny and precious skull as she looked up at him and smiled, Robbie was now crying like a baby, as tears were filled with salt as they fell into his mouth, he pulled the trigger, she yelped quickly, then she was silent, Robbie first prayed she didn't suffer, he walked back up the pathway, and looked aggressively at his mother and said, “ are you happy, now?” She was stone silent, and the neighbor put two and two together and immediately figured out what took place, and said her peace to his mother and jumped in her car and drove off rather quickly.
Robbie murdered several that day, he guessed she was going to have 8 pups, so, he said he murdered 9 dogs that evening. He never slept that night, he was so upset, he never went to work the following morning. This guilt-laden and muderous deed disturbed Robbie, so much, he just stayed drunk, smoked a few joints, and partied every night with reckless abandon. Time to stand up and face his punishment with his conscience, even though he was coerced into the killing. He lost two Beagles less than a year, and one was his best friend.
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