"Hurry up, Chris," my dad said in a low voice. "He's going to get away. You need to 1him now." I was pointing my 2 at a duck. It was a(n)3 day for me. Shooting those ducks would make my father 4, but I just couldn't. My father 5 fishing and hunting ducks. I thought fishing was boring, 6 Dad hardly ever asked me to go with him. I had gone hunting with Dad before but 7 brought a gun, because I didn't own one, and his was too big for me. The gun was a present for my birthday. I'd been 8 almost every evening.
I 9 I could hit that duck, but I didn't want to. I had never 10 killing things, and I hated people who killed animals for no reason at all. I liked 11. I didn't want to hurt it.
I pointed the gun at the duck. He was trying hard to find food and had to keep a careful eye on his 12 at the same time, and now my dad asked me to kill him so we could have one nice 13. I hated myself for 14 pointing the gun at the duck, but I hated to 15 my father's feelings too.
"I... I can't tell which is the duck," I explained.
"Just try, Chris. I know you can do it," Dad 16 me.
"Thanks, Dad." I 17 to myself. "Your words just make it harder for me." My eyes filled with tears as my brain had made a (n)18— I wouldn't shoot the duck.
"You really don't want to shoot him, do you?" Dad quietly cut in on my 19. I was too choked (哽咽的) to say anything. 20, a nod was enough.
