Straight into the basket, the boy threw down big ripe guavas from the big guava tree. The
basket was a few steps behind his father, who with his hands, was digging into the ground
(covered with dense, dark green undergrowth) and unearthing different types of roots. Upon
uprooting two handfuls, he turned around and walked towards the tree. He placed the roots inside
the basket and looked up the tree.
â€œI think it is time to go!â€ he said to the boy, who was swinging about like a monkey up on
â€œNow?â€ the boy asked with a beaming face and wide-open eyes.
â€œNow!â€ stated the man, â€œWe need to catch them before they get fully awake! Unless you do
not want to-â€
â€œNo father! Iâ€Ÿm coming!â€ he assured as he rushed down the tree.
While breathing quickly in a controlled fashion, the boyâ€Ÿs legs sprinted on the forest floor.
He quickly and carefully jumped over rotting logs densely covered with green coiling plants,
rapidly dodging the trees left and right, as he maintained his dangerously fast pace. O n his arms
and body, thick wet leaves slapped as he dashed between the bushesâ€“which constituted the dark
green, dead silent side of the forest.
Abruptly, he made a well-calculated stop; rushing his sight around the bushes here and
there, as his ears caught the noise of his target rushing through the thick bushes up ahead. He
focused his sight on the sound and â€žfollowed it with his eyesâ€Ÿ as it moved rightwards. From the
brown, furry quiver on his back, he quickly drew an arrow from the set of three. He placed it
against the long bow and pulled its white feather fletching against the tight string.
Stretching it fast against the bowâ€Ÿs grooves, he perfectly aligned his eyesight along its shaft.
Very keenly, he turned his aim to follow the noise. His eyes locked-on, and he released the
perfectly straight arrow. The arrow flew fast through the air between the leaves and bushes, right
towards the neck of the sprinting antelope. The animal suddenly hoped over a log as the arrow
fiercely flew under its belly, piercing a tree trunk as it bolted.
Towards the tree trunk, the boy ran. He quickly pulled out the arrow and continued pursuit.
Further into the forest, he chased the antelope, â€žsnakingâ€Ÿ through trees side to side and dodging
thorny bushes and wet stems. Upon stepping into a part of the forest that had better tree spacing,
he stopped. He scanned around fast and re-traced the antelope, which was getting away up ahead.
After it, he ran and closed in as it slowed down while trying to force itself through a thick
bush crossed with a web of thick- leaved, climbing plants. Taking advantage, he took position;
placed the arrowâ€Ÿs fletching against the bowâ€Ÿs string ones again and stretched it back, as the
antelope forced itself out of the â€žtrapâ€Ÿ and hoping on. He lowered the bow, removing the arrow
with some anger and resuming pursuit.
Into a woody section of the green forest, he chased it; running for several meters before
stopping again and taking position. He fit the arrow again, and raised the fully stretched bow to
strike before the animal made it across the open area. And just as he pulled back the stringâ€“
SWOOSH!â€“his eye quickly caught the straight flying arrow speeding from the right. Without