Karen was cuddling her favourite stuffed animal, a mint-green toy deer which she called Annabelle. Sometimes Jesse wondered about this… Karen loved the taste of venison and couldn't wait to shoot her first deer so she could brag to her friends about it. She had a pink camo baseball cap with hunter embroidered on the front. She enjoyed watching every year as Robert took out his big steel-bladed saw and sliced the antlers off his latest prize. So, why'd she cry every time she watched Disney's Bambi? Why'd she treat an inanimate toy as a living thing, but a living thing as an inanimate toy?
by Rebecca McNutt
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Karen was fondly holding her favorite stuffed toy, a mint-green deer named Annabelle, which showcased her conflicting emotions regarding hunting. While she relished the idea of hunting deer and even dreamed of boasting to her friends about her first catch, her affectionate relationship with her stuffed animal and her emotional reactions to movies like Disney's Bambi suggest a deep tenderness for animals. This contradiction raises questions about her understanding of life, death, and the consequences of her hobbies.

As she admired her pink camo baseball cap that labeled her as a hunter, Karen seemed caught between her love for animals and her desire to engage in hunting culture. Observing Robert's proud ritual of handling deer antlers both fascinated and puzzled her. This duality illustrates her struggle: she can easily bond with her toy deer while simultaneously longing for the thrill of the hunt, revealing a complex relationship with nature that many might find relatable.

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