Book: Unrecorded

In the first few minutes of the flight I realized that the joy that will give pleasure all my life. It is surrounded by a huge space around. This force, which can easily me moved to any point of it. The joy of freedom, which covers, when you feel that nothing hinders that you are not bound to any point, and you can surf it from end to end. This feeling is boundless, vast and big house, who is with you always and everywhere, where there is always room for you where you can implement and find yourself.

Well, at least some diversity, said the devil, changing the pan.

I'm seven years old. I and grandfather go on my first hunt. The crackle and noise is not a very large boy. And moving next to a large silent shadow. Great-Grandfather Nicephorus. Three wild and hungry wolves, rushing upon us.
Then his quiet words: "don't want to eat - don't kill. But remember, there are those who are hungry. They and dangerous."
And almost instantly two shots from his rifle. The last wolf still rushing at us. Grandfather does not have time to reload his shotgun. A wolf leaps forward and stumbles on the exposed... the knife of his grandfather Nicephorus.

The head is given not only to eat, it still bricks to break conveniently.