Kneeling over the fallen creature, the girl laid her hand upon its body. “She’s still warm,” said Astra.
“What killed it? There are no marks, and a predator wouldn’t leave it behind,” remarked Ramn.
“It seems as though it lay down and went to sleep, intending never to wake up. It must be an old rabbit and has reached its time,” said the girl.
“No, that hare is middle-aged. See the hair color around the mouth. If it were old, you would see white,” replied the brother.
“Do you think its soul has left it?” asked Astra.
“I don’t know if they have a soul. Isn’t that for people?” Ramn questioned.
“Nana said all living things carry the spark. The spark returns to its home on earth when they die,” said the sister.
“Ah, that’s fairy stories. No one believes those anymore. We had the good fortune to find it, so let’s take it home,” said Ramn.
“We have plenty of meat. If we take this meat, another creature may die from our greed,” Astra snapped.
Ramn stood, thinking over his sister’s words. “Suppose you’re right. Besides, you may be correct about Nana’s words, about the spark, I mean,” said Ramn.
“What do you mean?” inquired Astra.
“Well, Lars and I once saw a ghost deer standing over a dead fawn. We never told anyone about it,” said the boy.
“I see. Nana told me that those animals act as guides for the souls. Help them get home where they belong,” remarked the girl.
“That makes sense, an animal guardian angel,” Ramn added.
“Time to head back. We don’t want Nana to worry,” said Astra. Then she leaned over and whispered, “Your death will help others. Go in peace.”
Brother and Sister bowed to the hare and walked home silently, where dinner awaited. Later, they shared their tale with the grandmother.
“Your wisdom is great, children. Remember, we are only visitors. We should not take more than we give,” the wise woman said.
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