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bowman in the entire history of toxophily; it had never occurred to anyone that putting arrows through the hats of bystanders behind him must logically take a lot more skill than merely sending them through a quite large target a mere fifty yards away.
It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things. provided you were bad enough to be funny.
So he was allowed to sit on a bench outside the inn, with the old men. Next door, ?s~uks? poured from the chimney of the village smithy and spiralled up into the dusk. There was a ferocious hammering from behind its closed doors. They’re not supposed to walk around afterwards.’
HA. HA. HA. WILL YOU HARK AT THE CHILD.
‘Why are you walking around, then?’
Bill Door looked at the old men. They appeared engrossed in the sport.Bill Door wondered why the smithy was always shut. Most smiths worked with their doors open, so that their forge became an unofficial village meeting room. This one was keen on his work - ‘Hallo, skelington.’He swivelled round.The small child of the house was watching him with the most penetrating gaze he had ever seen.‘You are a skelington, aren’t you,’ she said. ‘l can tell, because of the bones.’YOU ARE MISTAKEN, SMALL CHILD.‘You are. People turn into skelingtons when they’re dead.
I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, he said desperately, IF YOU WILL