Gregor sat still, staring in the woods on 1 knee. Waiting for some kind of animal to show up. He was trying to make use of his rager skills so his parents would not have to pay for food. His solution was hunting with 4 knives. As he sat he heard/saw a figure behind him using echolocation. He slowly peered around and saw a duck. Male, strong, enough for his mom to serve for dinner. He aimed as the Virginia air blew through his short hair and threw the knife, but as he threw, he realized the duck had seemed to have turned into a person, Luxa.
The knife hit her and she gave him a look of disbelief and fell to the ground. Gregor screamed and tripped and fell and starting having a panic attack like the ones Lizzie had. Ever since they left the underland, she worked on them. It had only been a year and yet it felt like eternity. Gregor turned to gaze upon Luxa's body and found, his mind had played a trick on him. A dead duck lay on the ground 15 yards away. Gregor calmed himself down and picked up the duck. He started to walk home and was interrupted by Lizzie. "I love duck," she said noticing the terror on Gregor's face well knowing he had seen another mind trick about killing someone innocent.
"I know you do," responded Gregor as he tried to lighten up on the current situation.
As they approached the farm fence Gregor heard Robbie, the family farms German Sheppard. He barked at them though getting held up by the electric fence or as Boots called it, the dog zapper. They climbed over and wallowed past the farm stand that his mom closed in November. It was early December now but it still seemed like the leaves were hanging on to the trees.
"Gregor!" Boots roughly called while squeezing a chicken in her grasp. Boots had just learned his name over a year ago.
"Hey, Boots," Gregor called limply.
"The chicken go cluck!" she said tightening her grip on the chicken flailing in her arms.
" Boots, the chicken is not a toy you know," Lizzie laughed a fake laugh.
"Ah a duck, nice and big for supper! Bring it in Gregor and I'll cook it later." Gregor's mom shouted through the window.
"Alright, Lizzie, you get out of your pajamas and that vest and take a bath, it's 7:00 in the morning," Gregor said as he opened the door into the mud-room, "We're leaving in an hour for the charity sale," said Gregor dreadfully.