Mr.Furry took aim and let go. The arrow flew and found its mark, just barely though. Surprisingly, the unfortunate recipient of the arrow did not exhibit any signs of pain or discomfort, for the moment. Mr. Furry admired his handiwork and prepared for the second volley. With the target in sight , he let go of his projectile. Unfortunately , a little roll of the sea ( Poseidon had been having some indigestion) caused the supposed recipient of the arrow to move . And move she did, just out of the way of the arrow, which just grazed the little frown on her forehead, and disappeared into the unknown.
",Shit," thought Mr. Furry, as he reached for another one and found his little palm close around nothingness.
un- oh.
no more arrows.
Oh, well he thought, shit happens. And paused to view the spectacle unfolding for a little while. (At this point it would be better to explain to the reader that time moved differently for mr.Furry than it did for the recipients of his arrows) After playing spectator for a bit (and across at least 2 continents, and 3 countries), Mr .Furry grew bored and decided to go home. He pulled the arrow from his first recipient and returned to his own dimension. Where Mrs Furry would have (hopefully..) prepared some lovely soup for him. It was with thoughts of delicious hot soup that Mr.Furry disappeared off this planet and into the great unknown.
1 comment:
Interesting and saturated with imaginative possibilities! I like it!!
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