Babs, who is a stick collector by love, sometimes makes the trek to and from school with a rock in her hand. It is for hunting. Specifically, for hunting whatever small animals we may run into, such as squirrels. We are hunting so that we can give the animals to the poor people, so they won't be poor any more.
One day I asked her how we would take care of this animal if she were to kill it (miraculously, with her lack of aim with a piece of gravel towards animals we never actually see). She reiterated her desire to feed the poor people, and I had to confess that no one in our family actually knows how to transform a dead animal into food to eat (with the notable exception of her uncle, who lives far, far away). I did tell her other ways that we can help those who have less than we do, but those weren't very exciting. (And since they dealt with giving our money away, concerned her that then we would become poor.)
Last Friday, on the way home from preschool I asked her what they did that day. Getting information about her school day is similar to the game "two truths and a lie" because she can tell some whoppers. She told me that they went hunting... for bears, and racoons... with guns... yes, they got to shoot the guns, but her teachers aimed the guns. Unfortunately, they didn't get any animals. (This may have been the same day that she didn't get any snack because her teachers ate it all, I really can't remember.)
