I moved a little closer, roots attempting, yet failing, to sop me. I felt invincible. I drew an arrow out of the cloth quiver, pulled the elegant bow's string back, and took aim. Suddenly the beast noticed me. I thought it would run, but no, it did not. Itstared at me, as if it knew my hunger, my suffering. I released the string. The slick arrow was sent through the air, raging toward the target, dodging anything the wind threw at it. Then the goal was acheived. Thank you, I say, blessing the wonderful deer.
-G O L ii A T H
