The Archer, Revisited

The archer read the news today, oh boy.

The toxophilites who had been picnicking in the park and having dinner with their families were disappearing within the toxic fumes of the mill.

But while the archer read the news and heard those stories, there was not a sense of justice. He felt sad for the toxophilites. Beneath their exterior of bright eyes and brown noses, there was some goodness.

The archer now stands tall, day in and day out, zinging arrows to the center of a new bull's-eye with productive passion.

The archer has moved on to a new field, a new game, with a new appreciative fan base to admire his preparedness, commitment and form. He is standing tall in a new vista, with deep green grass, azure skies and crystal blue water.

The sun is shining again.

Comments

[Clay]

Hmm, sounds like a familiar place.