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just some little snippets of thing's i've written, feel free to say whatever you feel about them
a lot of it will probably be oc stuff
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Jonah walked on, listening to his boots snapping dead twigs and crushing brittle leaves. He spotted the body easily after flicking his eyes across the clearing.

The rabbit's pale stomach and chin were exposed as its body lay twisted over limbs of discarded bushes; its head lay limply to one side, its mouth slightly open.

He approached the rabbit, gently turning it over the soft, decaying branches in an attempt to made the rabbit's body less broken-looking after his father had violently flung it over the fence into the woods. When Jonah had protested, asking that the dead rabbit that he had found in the grass be set down carefully and prayed over, his father had bluntly responded that it didn't matter; "animals don't have souls."

Jonah knelt down slowly, pressing his knees into the cold, damp ground. He delicately moved the leaves he had brought to cover the rabbit from where they had been pinned between his fingers, and shuffled them to balance in the crook of his elbow, pressed beneath his ribs. He laid red and yellow maple leaves over the rabbit's back, nestling the stems into the ground beside it, and tucked the sun-hardened, overripe tomatoes from his garden along the rabbit's stomach. He continued covering the body until he finished with a yellow leaf over the rabbit's frozen, bloated eye before standing to observe his work.

Jonah watched his breath escape from his lips, the moisture from his lungs turning pale in the cold air. He wondered, briefly, if he should say a prayer, as he had originally wanted. "Animals don't have souls."
He remained in the clearing for a few moments longer, feeling the cold set into his exposed cheeks and fingers before turning and leaving.

He threw a final glance over his shoulder toward the dead pile of leaves as he opened the gate before shivering and tucking his hands into the too-big sleeves of the coat he was supposed to grow into.

"Animals don't have souls."
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