A Wounded Deer

To the Editor:

This is for the great hunger that kills poor defenseless animals. Does this make you feel like a man? If you tell me you feed your family, that is bull. If you were a real man you would sell all your death machines and buy food.

This is for the great hunter that wounded a deer in the Butterfield Woods. I’ve seen this deer. He cannot put his leg down, he limps through the woods. This must make you feel proud.

What gives you the right to kill what God created?

Vera Roland

18 Butterfield Road                     December 21, 2000