"Willow, Wes, it's your turn to hunt," said Wilson, perusing a chart of names.
Willow hopped up and grabbed her lucky fire staff while Wes took a spear and they both set off.
They immediately spied a field full of rabbit holes.
"You can go first," said Willow taking a step back. Wes stood up straight and readied his spear at a small bunny that seemed blissfully unaware that there were two children trying to kill it and it's family so they could eat them. The bunny had it's back facing toward Wes and he shut his eyes and pushed the spear with all his might. He didn't hear the bunny squeal and he opened his eyes to see that his spear was a centimetre into the grass and the bunny was walking away calmly. It suddenly burst into flames from Willows fire staff and ran around in a state of panic until it was dead and willow stamped out the fire before it burned completely. Wes turned to her sorrowfully as she shook her head an tutted.
"Observe," she said and dropped her fire staff. She crouched over a rabbit hole as Wes watched carefully. A rabbit came out, noticed Willow and tried to turn back but she grabbed it and wrung it's neck (which made a horribly loud crack).
"Now you try," she said as she put down the deceased rabbit by the other one.
Wes waited and waited and suddenly, a big fat rabbit burst out but instead of running away it stood it's ground and stared at him. He put his hands out to kill it put it bit his finger and wouldn't let go. He pulled as hard as he could and finally the rabbit let go and scurried back into it's hole. All the while Willow was trying to hold in laughter but she pulled it together and ran over to see if he was okay.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
He looked at his finger and his face suddenly displayed an expression of pure panic. Willow took his hand and noticed a small cut with beads of blood appearing slowly and couldn't help but think that Wes was overreacting slightly.
"Come over here," she said as she helped him up and pulled him over to a large rock by his hand.
They sat down and Willow took off her bag and rooted through it until she produced a honey poultice. She picked up his hand and carefully wrapped it around his finger.
"There, all better," she said.
She got up and began to gather everything they had brought with them but when she came back she found Wes with a rabbit struggling to escape his hands as he was struggling even more to keep it in his grasp.
"Kill it! Kill it!," she yelled.
He desperately tried to get a firm grip on the rabbits neck as Willow watched anxiously. He somehow managed to strangle it and the crunch of the bones in the rabbits neck had never sounded so delightful to Willow. She began to clap and whoop loudly as Wes triumphantly handed her the lifeless rabbit. She turned and was about to walk back home but she noticed a confused expression on Wes' face.
"Three should be enough, come on," she said, and they peacefully travelled back, hand-in-hand.
The End.