I recall when my son was young, he got together with a young friend from the US, and they went out walking through the bush with my son's pellet gun. A while later I found a bunch of squirrel tales hidden in the garage, and found out that the young friend had talked my son into hunting them, as they were accustomed to doing down where he lived in the US.
My son looked pretty sheepish when I showed him the tales. Naturally the pellet gun was seized, and my son was grounded for a while.
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