A hunter from an animistic society one day went out in search of some deer, knowing that he'd only need to capture one to secure a supply of meat for his family, whose store was running low—even their supply of cured meat saved for emergencies was dwindling. Before setting out, he made with unusual diligence his prayers to the various spirits that would be involved in the expedition, were it to be successful, taking extra care when addressing the spirit of the deer he'd be hunting, stressing the seriousness of his need and eloquently requesting that one choose to lay down its life for his family's sake. This done, he shouldered his supplies and trekked woodwards. Thanks to luck and skill, and why not? perhaps even as a result of his spiritual preparations, he succeeded in killing a young
punkbuck and returned with it a few days later. Before tucking into the first meal prepared with the animal's meat, he and his family of course directed a prayer of gratitude to its spirit in particular, promising to aid the deer that remained and maintain the land they held in common, and thanking the deer for granting them their much-desired venison.