Teeth Hunting Research Paper
Hungry Teeth Hunting
Last week, for Teeth’s twelfth birthday, Gerbil Bill gave him a bolt cutter and taught him how to break locks with it. Teeth broke everything he could fit in the bolt cutter until Gerbil Bill made a golden rule: leave it in the cart until you go out to scavenge.
Teeth hates that word, “scavenge.” It reminds him of vultures and he considers himself more of a hawk, a war hawk with a helmet and armor. War hawks don’t scavenge. They hunt. Sleeping in gets tricky without a mattress. Works better, though—getting up before day. There’s a perfect dimness between light and dark; where the moon and sun share the early morning that provides the right amount of both vision and cover for a hunt. He rises from the damp cardboard, stretches, and prepares for his operation.
Teeth asks Cigarette Ed if he can borrow a shoulder sack. His name is Cigarette Ed because he trades most …show more content…
He smiles and laughs, breaks free and sprints down the small hill where the fence stands. Bolt cutter held above his head like an Indian with a bow and arrow in the movies Dad watched where fat white cowboys killed them, Teeth runs to the back of the complex, to the last storage locker.
There’s not even a lock. Why have a bolt cutter if you can’t bolt cut locks? It’s ridiculous. It’s like playing catch with his sister. It’s like not throwing a tennis ball in passenger windows when people left the gas station with those big 42oz one dollar Super Slushies, seeing if he could hit the frozen drinks with the ball and make the strangers spill it all over inside the car. It’s ridiculous!
Maybe he shouldn’t have thought those thoughts but it happened and he forgets about his hunt as he stares at the big metal garage door on the storage locker. It’s what happens when he remembers like that, when memories surprise him. Gerbil Bill says it’s called “falling into the
Last week, for Teeth’s twelfth birthday, Gerbil Bill gave him a bolt cutter and taught him how to break locks with it. Teeth broke everything he could fit in the bolt cutter until Gerbil Bill made a golden rule: leave it in the cart until you go out to scavenge.
Teeth hates that word, “scavenge.” It reminds him of vultures and he considers himself more of a hawk, a war hawk with a helmet and armor. War hawks don’t scavenge. They hunt. Sleeping in gets tricky without a mattress. Works better, though—getting up before day. There’s a perfect dimness between light and dark; where the moon and sun share the early morning that provides the right amount of both vision and cover for a hunt. He rises from the damp cardboard, stretches, and prepares for his operation.
Teeth asks Cigarette Ed if he can borrow a shoulder sack. His name is Cigarette Ed because he trades most …show more content…
He smiles and laughs, breaks free and sprints down the small hill where the fence stands. Bolt cutter held above his head like an Indian with a bow and arrow in the movies Dad watched where fat white cowboys killed them, Teeth runs to the back of the complex, to the last storage locker.
There’s not even a lock. Why have a bolt cutter if you can’t bolt cut locks? It’s ridiculous. It’s like playing catch with his sister. It’s like not throwing a tennis ball in passenger windows when people left the gas station with those big 42oz one dollar Super Slushies, seeing if he could hit the frozen drinks with the ball and make the strangers spill it all over inside the car. It’s ridiculous!
Maybe he shouldn’t have thought those thoughts but it happened and he forgets about his hunt as he stares at the big metal garage door on the storage locker. It’s what happens when he remembers like that, when memories surprise him. Gerbil Bill says it’s called “falling into the