Target Practice

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“The grass was real high this morning,” I thought to my self, “Dad is gonna flip out on that jackass again. How does he get away with being so lazy? Aren't older brothers supposed to be there to teach lessons, the only lesson I learned from Jeff was how piss off my dad. I can't slip up like him, if I didn't scoop up the land mines, Dad would throw me behind enemy lines with a shovel and tell me to fight my way out.” So I do my chores, then I climb up the giant tree to the tiny house where stockpile of acorns is being stored.

I see my first few victims, they are quite close, I shoot the test shot way up into the air, until I can longer see it. The slingshot passed the pre-firing test, and I was ready for target practice. The targets were so convenient, they had large black and white blotches all over their enormous bodies. These markings made for good targets when I had an audience and when I was feeling supernatural. I must have shot 30 or so targets before they finally caught on to my actions. I nailed all the targets within the range of my sniper tower, but my weapon did not have the range that was needed to hit the remaining targets.

I was determined to finish my target practice with a solid and resolute ending. I snuck my way out of the tree, to avoid being seen by the targets. I hopped the fence, and hit the ground running for a better spot, with cover. I get close enough to the first of my last targets, nailed it. Make my way around the creek for the next target, I have been seen, I rapid fire hard acorns out of my slingshot to ensure thorough accomplishment. The last few targets were quite far away from my house, so I decided to end target practice with this final strike of the day.

What did my parents expect I was going to do with my brand new sling shot? Walk around with it and only pretend to shoot at things? Use feathers as ammo? I do not know what crossed their minds when purchasing this present, but I was so glad the day they brought it home and gave it to me. It was the first time I thanked them for living in the middle of a dairy farm. The only way I knew how to thank them was to go out and shoot the closest, easiest, most amusing targets to shoot at, dairy cows.