Percy. Truthfully, I don't know one.

I always get super nervous speaking in class, which means I miss details. So was the case today! Here's my story, with every detail I fully intended on sharing, but regrettably missed. (I'm much better at writing than storytelling.)

Last week was an eventful one for my friend, Percy. 

Percy's mom has been seein' this guy. They've been hangin' out for a few months, but this guy--Paul is his name--is a real jerk to Percy. Whenever he's over, he makes Percy feel like he isn't wanted, encourages him to go to friend's houses and such. On Wednesday, Paul told Danny--that's Percy's mom--he had a great plan for the weekend. 

Turns out, that great plan was to send Percy hunting. Not take him hunting, send him hunting. And all that jerk gave Percy was a shiny, sharp knife and a raincoat. That's it. He told him to drive to the highest peak of the Bridgers and not to come back empty handed.

Percy left early, early Saturday morning. He drove until the road ended, and even a little more. It began to sprinkle. When his old truck could go no further, Percy got out and sat on the hood. The rain came down harder now; Percy threw his raincoat over his shoulders to shield his torso from the moisture. Dawn was just breaking when he saw her: the doe.

She walked right in front of him, as if she was blinded from his presence. Percy slid off his truck quietly, pulled the knife from his pocket, and began to walk. As he stalked his animal, Percy called it Maddie, and thought about the luck of finding her so quickly. Maddie moved kind of slow and appeared well-fed; lots of meat to take back to his mom and Paul. It wouldn't be a chore to slaughter her with his knife, clean across the throat. Hauling Maddie back to the truck might prove to be difficult, but he was up for the challenge.

Suddenly, Maddie the doe fell over. Percy circled around and crept up on the animal from behind. He pulled his knife from his belt, held it out, moved closer. The glint from the sun hitting the blade reflected perfectly into Maddie's eyes. Percy struck from the front; sliced the animal down the throat, all along its stomach. Unexpectedly, two young fawns spilled from Maddie's gut.

And Percy just sat there, shocked. They were clean, not a drop of blood on their bodies. He watched them struggle to walk, and when they finally did, they sauntered off as if they weren't new animals at all. Percy thought to name the fawns Peter and Christopher, since he named their mother, to commemorate their very unusual birth.

Certainly, this animal wasn't the fine, fat piece of meat Percy had once thought…she was simply pregnant. Exhaustion overcame him and Percy decided to simply cut the head of Maddie as a trophy for Paul. It was lighter than he expected.

Percy returned late that evening, well past dark, to a block filled with vehicles that seemed to belong to the group of people in Percy's house. Despite the party and Paul's need for attention, Danny was waiting impatiently. After pulling into the drive, Percy sat in the driver's seat until his mother came to greet him. Paul came also, along with a group of his friends. They stayed on the porch as Percy got out of his truck and began to recount the events I've just told. 

Right there, in the yard, Percy served up the head of Maddie.
Paul turned stone-gray, shocked at his achievements and hasn't harassed him since.

See? Last week was an eventful one for my friend, Percy.