A duke is hunting in a forest
with his men-at-arms and servants when he comes upon a tree.
Archery targets are painted all
over it, and smack in the middle of each is an arrow.
"Who is this incredibly fine
archer?" cries the duke. "I must find him."
After continuing through the forest for a few miles, he comes
across a small boy carrying a bow and arrow. Eventually the boy
admits that it was he who shot the arrows plumb in the center of
all the targets.
"You didn't just walk up to the
targets and hammer the arrows into the middle, did you?" asks the
duke worriedly.
"No my lord. I shot them from 100
paces. I swear it by all that I hold holy."
"That is truly astonishing," says the duke. "I hereby admit you
into my service. But I must ask one favor in return. You must tell
me how you came to be such an outstanding shot."
"Well," said the boy, "first I
fire the arrow at the tree, and then I paint the target around
it."
Submitted by Debbie,
Middletown, Md.
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