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Malal is a deadly beast in deepest, darkest Africa.

None is more dangerous nor unpredictable than the dreaded black rhino.

The mighty hunter aims

at his target.

Days of tracking and marching through the hot, steamy jungle have led to this

moment of truth.

I said I'm perfect. I saw him first.

You're not even supposed to be hunting. You're the gun carrier.

How are we supposed to have a proper safari if you won't play by the rule?

Felix King, this is pretend safari. It means we play by pretend safari rules.

Well, after tonight, I won't have to pretend.

I'll be the proud owner of a .32 caliber Stevens crack shot rifle.

How come you're so sure you're getting this rifle on your birthday?

I saw it all wrapped up and stuffed behind the canned peaches in the root

cellar.

Come on.

a real gun you'd have shot him clean.

Oh, Felicity.

Isn't that your new bonnet?

Yes. Isn't it elegant?

Oh, yes.

It's lovely.

Why hold us up?

I'm just going for a stroll.

A lady should never venture out of doors without making the effort to look her

finest. Oh, no, no, no. She shouldn't.

Now, this stroll you're setting upon wouldn't happen to be taken to anywhere

near the lighthouse.

Not necessarily, Mother. Good day, Father.

Good day, my lady.

Where's she off to?

To call on God's pike.

Um, isn't she, uh... What?

Well, you know.

What?

seeing a lot of that boy.

Oh, it's harmless enough.

I think it's quite romantic, actually.

Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.

Oh, Alec, he's got to grow up sometime.

But does it have to be so fast? I mean, here's Felix, 13 years old, Felicity

spending all her free time socializing with friends. Before you know it, Cecily

will be wearing high -button boots and corsets.

Come on inside, old man. I'll fetch you a nice pot of tea.

All right, then. Come on, Digger.

Felix, I've got about ten minutes to get these tables set up or I'm going to be

late meeting Phyllis.

But I've got a terrific plan.

Don't want to hear about it, Felix.

Your plans have a way of landing people in big trouble.

I'm getting my .32 caliber Stevens crack shot rifle for my birthday seat, so I

figured I'd do some big game hunting for the hotel.

Like what?

Shooting elephants or something?

No, of course not.

I'm talking about a deer.

Mr. Bentley could hang the head up in the library and the meat would go right

down to the kitchen.

Hey, you know, that's not such a bad idea.

Here, paid Mr. Stoke from up Watervale Way, 12 cents a pound for venison.

12 cents a pound?

There's got to be one for 100 pounds.

Wait till I get my steaming cup.

God,

Pike.

Oh, not the good china.

Well, clean up this mess and put out the regular china.

You mean I have to start all over again?

Precisely. And you'd best snap to it.

And you had better tear out and let him get at it.

Well, best be on my merry way.

Sure.

Do me a favor. Meet Felicity at the lighthouse.

Tell her I'm stuck here.

Sure.

Felix. Happy birthday.

Because, Pike, you really know how to test a lady's patience, don't you?

Callinectes sapidus.

Huh? I thought it was a crab.

It is a crab.

That's the Latin name for it. Show off.

Let's put the four of you back where you found it, hmm? No, let's bring it home

to show to Father.

Felicity, look at our calisthenics wetsuit.

Morgan, where are your manners?

Aren't you going to make the proper introductions?

Oh, right.

Felicity King, meet Arthur Pettibone. He's our big brother.

I gathered as much.

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

The children didn't mention that they had such a mature brother.

Yes, well, I'm only visiting from Toronto for a short while.

Actually, we'd best be getting home. Father's expecting us.

I see.

It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pettibone.

And you too, Miss King.

But please, call me Arthur.

My father's name is Mr. Pettibone.

I'm supposed to give you a message.

Gus can't make it.

Thanks for the front page news.

I had that much figured out for myself.

What happened to him, anyway?

He had some extra cleaning up to do or something.

Did you know that Izzy and Morgan have an older brother?

Sure, Arthur.

Just got in from Toronto.

He said at school they're studying to be a vegetarian.

A what?

You know, an animal doctor.

A veterinarian, you ninny.

How old is he?

A hundred and two. How should I know?

What do you care?

I'm just curious.

I know, Izzy.

Keep up that attitude, Felix King, and you won't get a crumb of the birthday

cake I made for you.

You'll like this new house a lot better than the old Tom Gallen place, Arthur.

Father, Father, look!

Very nice, Iz.

A very nice specimen, indeed.

I'm going to name him Sir Palinor.

Excellent.

And you, good Sir Knight, what have you acquired during your quest?

It wasn't a quest, Father. We just went for a walk on the seashore. Life is a

quest, my boy.

What say you, Morgan?

I found this on the beach.

I think it's quartz.

Quartzite, possibly.

Now, Morgan, is quartzite a metamorphic or a sedimentary formation?

Uh, well, I... Metamorphic. I was asking, Morgan. What difference does it

Can't you stop being a teacher for one minute?

Why don't the two of you run upstairs and finish unpacking?

Race you.

I'd thank you not to question me in front of the children.

Of course. I apologize.

I just think they should be allowed to have a little fun without you grilling

them. Arthur, isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?

If you say so, Father.

I've already got everything I could ever wish for.

Now, now, this is from all of us. Your Aunt Hedy and the Dale shipped in. We

discussed things and decided you were old enough to have something a little

special.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you, everyone.

You deserve it, Felix.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

I'll feed the chickens every day, and I'll collect all the eggs, and I'll

out all the stoves, and I'll even do Felicity and Thessaly's chores, too.

Oh, please, Father.

Felix, I would swear that you've been inoculated with a gramophone needle, but

the answer, you still know.

But Rupert Gillis has a gun all his own. Rupert Gillis is 16 years old, which is

how old I was when Grandfather King gave me my first rifle.

That was the olden days, Father. Things are different now. A gun is not a toy.

You remember that.

What do you want with a rifle, anyway?

So I can be a hunter, like Teddy Roosevelt.

I could shoot a deer.

Well, Teddy Roosevelt has done some fine things in his time, but shooting

animals for sport is not among them.

But Gus, that's the White Sands, will pay a king's ransom for the venison. And

Mr. Methley will pay a fortune for the head.

This old girl is still not well.

You better tell your mother that I'm going into town to telephone the

veterinarian in Charlottetown. See if he wants anything from Lawson's. Yes,

Father. And Felix, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I have

to stand firm on this.

Father's going into town. Do you want anything?

Oh. Mrs. Lawson has a whole new shipment of yard goods in.

Oh, which might include that new gingham that you wanted for your dress.

Go on, get your coat and hat.

Sorry you don't like your telescope, Felix.

We sent all the way to Halifax for it.

I love my telescope, Mother. It's just I would have liked a .32 caliber Stevens

crack shot rifle even better.

Life is full of disappointments, you know.

If you got everything you wanted, there'd be nothing left to wish for,

there? I suppose.

You sit down and feed your baby brother.

I'll get a list together for your father.

I miss you, Father. Is that all right?

Fine, but don't you stray too far, eh?

Hey, Arthur.

Good day, Phyllis.

I'll be right back.

So where's your Stephen's pack shot?

He's not going to lug it all around town.

Have you got any bullets for it yet? Can we come over and see it? I didn't get

it.

I got a telescope instead. How come?

What are we supposed to hunt deer with now?

Peashooters. I've been thinking about that.

I've come up with a plan.

Mrs. Lawson, what do you think of this color?

Oh, it's very nice, Felicity.

Hello. Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

It's Arthur, isn't it?

That's right. And you're Felicity, Felicity King.

Coming to a humble village like Avonlea must be quite difficult for you, after

the Savoir Faire of Toronto.

On the contrary, I find it has some charming features.

Hello, fellas.

Wouldn't you know it, the vet's off at some farm in the West End. It'll take me

hours to get there.

Perhaps Arthur can help us.

Arthur? Arthur Pettibone, sir.

I'm the new schoolmaster's son.

Of course.

Welcome to Avonlea.

Arthur's a veterinarian.

Just a student, actually. I'm in my second year at veterinary college.

But if I could be of some assistance... Well, maybe you could be.

So, how are you going to get a gun?

Simple. Of all my fathers.

Hold your horses, Felix.

If your father didn't want to buy you a gun, why the heck would he loan you his?

He doesn't need to know I borrowed it. But once we bag the deer and sell it to

White Sands, he'll see why he should have given me one in the first place.

How are you, Gus Pike?

Fair to middling.

So, I guess Felicity was powerful vexed with me about yesterday, huh?

No, she didn't care.

You mean she didn't get in a tizzy or nothing?

Not even a snit.

Uh -oh.

When Felicity's quiet, that means there's a major storm brewing.

She may not show it, but she's madder than a hornet.

Well, that's biting down the hatchet and lie low for a few days.

Well, you better lie low right now.

Who's that with Felicity?

Arthur Pettibone, my brother.

I'll just follow you in.

Good.

And you say she capped recently?

That's right, a few months ago.

But she's, uh, only been off her feed for, oh, about a week.

Um, well then, let's start at this end. Maybe it's something as simple as her

teeth bothering her.

What are you doing with the chair, Felix?

Who are you, the kitchen constable?

Hey! Hey, it's the horses.

That's my birthday cake.

That was yesterday.

After one day, all rights to the cake revert to the baker.

That's the law.

Whose law?

The constable's law.

Would you care for some cake, Arthur?

I made it myself.

Uh, perhaps later. Thank you.

Digger! You horrid creature!

Digger, get out of here! Go on!

I'm afraid the best thing for this poor beast is the butler's block.

There's not much we can do for a fractured pelvis.

Arthur! A broken pelvis? Are you sure?

Yes. Obviously, the birth was very traumatic for her.

Arthur! Well, I... Arthur!

Can Morgan and I go for a buggy ride with Felix?

I suppose.

But don't be long.

Thank you.

All set.

No, Digger!

Stay home!

You can't come.

It's my turn.

Lucky shot.

Better than you, Felix.

I want another turn.

Not right now.

We've got some serious hunting to do.

Miss this time, Felix. I don't intend to.

What's wrong?

Shoot! What's the matter, Felix? Shoot!

Take her.

I'll go get the wagon.

Phillips King, what have you done?

It was an accident.

I didn't mean to do it.

All right.

Calm down, Phillips. It's done. It's done.

Don't just stand there, Morgan. Go get the wagon.

prolonging its life will only cause it to suffer unnecessarily.

I don't want to tell you your business, Arthur, but oftentimes the hindquarters

of a cow will swell up after birthing. It doesn't mean the pelvis is broken.

I'm not one to see an animal suffer, but I'm not anxious to see a good cow put

down for no good reason either.

Mr. King!

Arthur! Mr. King!

Arthur! What is it? What's happened?

him pretty good. With what?

Father,

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Let's get him out of the house here. Felix, you go

to your room now.

I'll need some blankets, though.

Blankets! There's no exit wound, which means the bullet's still in there.

So you're going to cut it out?

Oh, uh... Well, at this point, surgery's out of the question. He's, uh, two

weeks and still in shock.

Of course, the longer we leave it, the greater the risk of infection.

There must be something we can do.

Well, uh, keep him warm and quiet, keep the bandages changed.

Um, if he makes it through the night, he may stand a chance.

It doesn't look good.

Do you realize what could have happened?

I mean, what if you'd have shot one of the children or Gus Pike?

It was an accident.

I didn't mean for it to happen.

But that's how people get killed.

Now, I... I don't want to see you leave this room.

You just stay in here and think about what you've done.

You take your meals here.

You do your schoolwork here. You don't step out of here without your mother's

my say so. Is that clear?

Yes, Father.

Felix, I have never...

I never raised my hand to you. I don't believe in that kind of punishment. But

I'm telling you, I have never come so close to taking a belt to you as I am

right now.

He'll be all right, won't he?

I don't know.

How could Felix be so stupid?

I'll never speak to Felix again.

Stephanie?

Why don't you go upstairs now, dear? It's getting late. Get ready for bed.

Let poor Digger rest.

He won't get better, will he?

Disgraceful!

Do you have the slightest inkling of what might have happened?

is the serious events.

Yes, Father.

We know, Father.

What do you think should be done with you then?

I suggest you go to your room and write me a full page each on possible

punishments.

We'll choose one together in the morning.

Now be off with you.

You might have kept a closer eye on them.

Me? It's not my fault, Colonel.

I beg your pardon?

I'm not the one responsible for filling their heads with flights of fancy and

battlefield heroic.

It's no wonder they think a rifle's a toy for their amusement.

Puppycock. How dare you? What if Izzy or Morgan had been struck by that stray

bullet? Wouldn't that have made a ripping tale to tell?

Are you trying to suggest the children cannot discern my adventure yarns from

real life?

I'm not the one who blows everything out of proportion.

So...

If I'm such an old fool, why did you come here?

To see the children.

Yeah, that's a good boy.

Is he still bleeding, Alec?

It's amazing, isn't it?

How deeply one can feel about a dog.

Oh, well.

Dick is not just a dog.

He's a member of the family.

How could he do it, Janet?

How could Felix just take my gun like that?

I don't know.

Well, it's getting later.

Arthur? Yes.

What are you doing up?

I couldn't sleep.

Me neither.

I'm glad that you're home.

That's nice of somebody, yeah?

Why can't you and Father get along?

You don't really know him. Not like Morgan and me.

No. No, I don't.

He was always overseas.

Mother and I were alone.

Do you remember her, Reese?

Sometimes.

We used to play games.

And she liked animals.

Yeah.

Are you going to save Digger?

I don't think I can.

Father says that... I know very well what Father says.

Father says if you think you can do something, you usually can.

And you'll never know if you don't try.

We Petty Bones are from a good stock.

Norman the Conqueror doll.

That's William the Conqueror, who wasn't Norman.

Oh. I like it when you laugh, Arthur.

You used to do it a lot.

You're a very clever girl, Ysult Petibone.

Much cleverer than myself.

Now you best be going to bed, huh?

Good night, Arthur.

Good night.

How you doing, boy?

Sorry about what happened.

You know, on my birthday, when I blew up the candle, I never

made a wish.

Figured I didn't need one.

Hope that means I have a free one coming.

What are you doing up?

I couldn't sleep.

I'm sorry I was so rude to you earlier, Father.

Quite all right.

Heat of the moment.

You've got your mother's temper.

I suppose I do.

Schoolwork? Of a sort.

Dog anatomy.

Are you planning to perform surgery on the beast?

Me?

Hardly. It's not as simple as all that.

Of course not.

But when it comes down to life or death... Father...

There's something I have to tell you.

About why I'm here.

I'm thinking of quitting school, Father.

Whatever for?

My grades are poor.

The lectures are impenetrable.

A pettibone never fails.

This one may be the first. I came here not even sure I'd be going back.

I won't hear of it.

You shall go back.

And graduate at the head of your class. Father, you're not listening to me.

Quite right.

I'm not.

You're not a quitter, Arthur.

You're made of sterner stuff than that.

Now you get some rest.

You may be performing surgery in the morning.

You're no better, are you, boy?

I'm sorry, Digger.

Felix. It's not getting better.

I'm more worried about you, dear.

I don't care about me.

I do.

Father doesn't.

Oh, Felix.

Father's angry with you.

And so am I.

What you did was a terrible mistake.

I know.

I can see that.

I wish I could take it back.

I wish it was me instead of Digger.

I wish... How can you hug me and be mad at me at the same time?

Because I'm your mother.

You hurry up and get upstairs before your father comes back.

Well, would you believe it?

Morning, Mr. Kent.

No trickle earned on the cattle ship.

When cows take sick after they calve.

Yeah? Yep.

Lay a lambskin on it, cow stands up to shake it off.

Pretty soon, she forgets why she laid down in the first place.

Well, thanks, Gus.

How's Digger?

Grim.

Plan on putting him out of his misery?

I don't have much choice.

I thought I'd take him up to the woods where he liked to run.

Away from the children.

What about the young veterinary?

Arthur? Oh, he's just studying to be a vet. I mean, he tried.

Well, there's the one in Charlottetown.

I figure he wouldn't make it.

Don't you think it's worth giving him a chance?

Maybe you're right.

Yeah.

Help me get him on the wagon, will you?

Sure thing.

Izzy, your number three here is very inventive.

Do you really think making you go to school with your face painted green is

practical?

And Morgan.

You don't honestly believe I'm going to hang you from the church tower by your

suspenders?

What we did was pretty awful.

Yes, it was.

It was indeed.

So what are you going to do?

Right now, I want to tell you a story.

A true story.

There was a man in Sweden named Alfred Nobel.

You've heard of dynamite, of course.

Well... Dynamite was invented by Alfred Nobel.

He had intended it to be used in mining, road clearing, that sort of thing.

But to his eternal dismay, it was also used to kill and destroy.

Mr. Nobel felt so dreadful about his invention being used to kill, he left

entire fortune to be distributed as a prize every year for those whose

efforts... benefit mankind.

It's called the Nobel Prize.

You see, he learned the hard way how something made to be useful can be

in the wrong hands.

And so did you.

Yes, Father.

Good morning, all.

I'm off to the King's to check on Digger. Can we come?

I should say not.

There's still the matter of your punishments to be sorted out.

Right.

I forgot.

Father wasn't actually going to put Digger out of his misery, was he?

Didn't seem like he had any choice.

Come on, sweetheart.

See, the sooner that we get Digger to Charlottetown, the sooner he'll be back.

Atta girl.

All right, fella.

We'll get you out into the wagon, shall we?

Good morning.

Hello,

Arthur.

Hello. I've just come to check on Digger.

Do come in. Father was just about to take him to Charlottetown. He's in a

bad way.

How you doing, boy?

Anything you can do, Arthur?

I'd like to remove the bullet.

Have you ever done something like that?

Well, I suppose now is as good a time to learn as any.

Right. Mr. King, I'll need some towels or blankets. Come here.

Seth Lee, I'll need some clean bandages.

Should we get them up on the table? I prefer not to move them.

Felicity, can you thread that?

Mr. King, can you hold that over his nose?

I'll need your help too, Gus Pike.

Hold that right there.

There they are.

What can I do to help?

You just place those around the wound.

Arthur, you just take your time.

Even Fred?

Now, what do you think?

He's made it this far.

We'll just have to wait and see.

Your mother tells me you haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

Not hungry.

Don't deserve to eat anyway.

Now, that's just foolishness.

But I guess you've been lying here thinking about Digger, huh?

Well, sometimes things just happen, Felix.

But I've got the feeling that everything's for a reason if we can

something from our mistakes.

What's ever made as big a mistake as I have?

You figure?

Yes.

Well, I'm not so sure of that.

Come on downstairs.

Your mother's made a sandwich for you.

You're alive!

Yeah. Izzy, don't you look lovely?

Thank you.

Father's making me dress like this as a punishment.

He's a good lad.

Takes after his mother.

Well, we're lucky he was here. We'd have lost Digger without him.

He should be proud.

I am.

So, are you going back to Toronto soon?

Yeah, I have to be back for school.

I've realized how much I truly want to be a veterinarian.

You'll be back, won't you?

Yes.

I like it here.

Everyone, dinner is served.

Arthur.

Perhaps, in all the fuss, I haven't taken the time to tell you how proud I

you.

Well done, my boy.

Thank you, Father.