Forestman

He had multiple hobbies, of course, but everybody knows what his favorite hobby was: Archery. This archer in the woods- er, excuse me, the "forest" would always try to shoot a perfect arrow into a tree. He would take out an arrow, attach it to the bow, and- SWAP! -the arrow would at least hit the tree, but it wouldn't go right in the middle of the target. Or even worse, it hit a bear instead and he almost got eaten alive that afternoon.
He didn't know what to do. Should he give up archery? Should he just try a little harder? He tried asking the townsfolk, but they were in search of Hamster Huey's head and weren't interested a thing in archery. So that afternoon, he didn't blow arrows into the tree. He blow tissues and sobs into the tree. Suddenly, he saw something on one of the trees.
It was a perfectly shot arrow. There was nothing wrong about it. It was 100 to 100. He tried looking around the forest for more perfectly shot arrows, and he found about 10 more. He couldn't exactly count how many he found. But he knew that he had found his master. He searched all over town, and eventually found a sign that said something about a professional archer. He knew that this was it. He went inside the building and asked the dweller how he shot his arrows so well. "It's easy", the elderly person said. "All I do is shoot the arrow and then paint the little target around it."
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