Greg of Withmal

You think that if you shoot it in the head, there’s no way it can get away. You pull back your bowstring, line your shot, and fire. But you watch in disbelief as your arrow flys right over it’s head and glances off one of his Antlers. He doesn’t hesitate to run as fast as he can in his chosen direction, leaving you way behind in the dust empty handed. After your loss of the deer, you decide to call it quits and return home empty handed, where you tell your family your tale over a light dinner of vegetables and rice. Your siblings make fun of you for wasting your shot on the deer in the night. Next morning comes around and it’s your brothers turn to choose chores first. He chooses hunting and takes off towards the barn. Your sister is next but she wants you to pick next because she just didn’t want to hunt. You choose ...