Im like an animal living in a burrow ,I run back to my burrow until its quiet, its shattering not being close to the burrow Ive never felt safe since I was born
You're in England, aren't guns illegal there? I know actual gunpowder guns are, but I thought air guns were too? How awful!
We have gunpowder guns everywhere in the US of course and on the south side of my city the gunfire goes all night, but the gangstas mainly kill each other, of course they don't care if you're in the way but the black and hispano gangstas really don't fire into crowds at random for giggles like young white guys do. Even then I really don't care if the gangstas kill each other, they chose the gang life and live by the sword die by the sword, but killing innocent animals with air rifles is just evil, the animals suffer for quite a while before dying with air rifles.
Your post also reminded me of when I was little and when I entered kindergarten I had to give up my speech therapist for convoluted reasons, and the ST gave me a little squirrel plushie as a going away gift, she told my mom that I reminded her of a squirrel that gathers acorns in a burrow and then hides in the burrow with its acorns to protect itself and its food supply from predators.