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A member of the royal family is out hunting in the forest when he comes upon a tree with archery targets painted all over it, and smack in the middle of each is an arrow. "Who is this incredibly fine archer?" cries the royal. "I must find him." After continuing through the forest for a few miles, he comes across a small boy carrying a bow and arrow. 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 royal worriedly. "No my lord. I shot them from 100 paces. I swear it on my sole." "That is truly astonishing," says the lord. "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."
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