I felt like this.
I'm a natural.
Drawing the bow,
I nock an arrow,
One whistle,
I fire,
Bullseye.
I return to behind the line.
Three whistles,
I collect my arrows,
And place them in the quiver.
Two whistles,
And once more,
I’m ready to fire.
T-shape,
Elbow straight,
Fletching on my lip,
FIRE!
I loved it.
I'll go back.
Again and again.
FIRE!
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