Rabbits

  First Arrow Day — when he had used thread from his tattered old piece of windbreaker and some pitch from a stump to put slivers of feather on a dry willow shaft and make an arrow that would fly correctly. Not accurately — he never got really good with it — but fly correctly so that if a rabbit or a foolbird sat in one place long enough, close enough, and he had enough arrows, he could hit it.
  That brought First Rabbit Day — when he killed one of the large rabbits with an arrow and skinned it as he had the first bird, cooked it the same to find the meat as good — not as rich as the bird, but still good — and there were strips of fat on the back of the rabbit that cooked into the meat to make it richer.
  Now he went back and forth between rabbits and foolbirds when he could, filling in with fish in die middle.