A White Heron
Why could a man kill something he loves very much? That’s where I want to begin. When you love something or someone you care for that certain thing. You wouldn’t kill it. You would try to protect it, and not let anybody get close to it or hurt, and that’s where Sylvia comes in. Sylvia wanted to protect this bird because she truly loves nature unlike the hunter. In this story of “A white Heron” Dewett invites us to contemplate that Sylvia made the right decision by not telling the bird’s hunter take the bird to kill it. Whether she might be a better friend with the birds or the bird’s hunter. The narrator talks about a young girl name Sylvia who lives on a farm with her grandmother, Mrs. Tilley. Sylvia friendship with the creatures around her even her grandmother acknowledges that also. Young Sylvia was leading her wayward cow home before the sunset. The woods were filled with shadows. Sylvia was startled by a kind of strange whistle, and then approached by a stranger, who carried a gun over his shoulder. He’s a hunter and shoots birds for his collections. He was looking for a place to stay while he tries to locate a white heron. Without hesitating Sylvia brought the stranger to her grandmother’s house. The hunter was very grateful and gracious. He impressed with the clean and comfortable dwellings. He is also intrigued by Sylvia interpreting her grandmother’s assertions, for Sylvia’s affinity with nature. He might think that Sylvia is kind of the same person as him. She would love him if he hasn’t carry a gun, she could not understand why he killed the very birds he seemed to like so much. He offered $ 10 and gave her a knife, as a gift to be given the location of the heron. The next day Sylvia got up very excited to find a white heron. She climbed a great pine tree and came upon the birds. “The gray eyes of Sylvia also closely identify her to the birds with...