The weather was too windy for our archery practice today. But we went ahead with the idea anyway. The plan was to make the death of one of our annoying seniors look like an accident. I think that's what the others said.
With the wind blowing strong, it's really tricky to aim for the target. My shots didn't make it to the board at all. I let one of my quivers go too high up that it flew into the woods nearby the field where we praticed. After the last quiver had been released, Bijan (whose homicide was being contemplated by his revengeful juniors) halted the game and told Jid and I to collect everyone's quivers for the next round.
Jid and I took a long stroll along a hiking trail in the woods - the purpose was to relax our muscles and also to irritate Bijan. It's so quiet in here. I don't like such silence. We found most of everyone's quivers on the ground. But mine was yet to be seen. Jid thought I could break the world's record if my quiver flew out of the state border.
We saw movement in some bushes ahead our path. A huge tortoise slowly crawled out of the bushes. It was the ugliest tortoise we have ever seen. It's got one hell of an hideous mug - the lazy eyes were huge and red; its mouth was an upturned beak on leathery hide and the shell was indescribably out of shape. The tortoise looked very unhappy seeing us trespassing into its territory. It seemed as if the angry tortoise would bark like a Rotweiller on that spot.
"Whoa, now that's what I call UGLY!" I exclaimed.
The tortoise hissed at us. Wait a minute - it hissed at us?!
Did that thing just hissed at us?
"Amel, look!" Jid pointed towards our hostile host's shell. On top of its battered shell a clump of soil seemed to have stuck there for years... and stuck in that clump of soil were some grass, twigs and my lost quiver.
We carried the tortoise back to the field and showed our discovery to the other guys. Nothing like a bit of a show-and-tell session to break the day's monotony.
"What the hell took you so long - you guys went on a date or something back there?" Bijan barked as soon as we returned to the field.
The guys laughed and jeered, while Jid and I were trying to stop ourselves from committing a bloody murder right there. But the tortoise soon stole everyone's attention and the guys were impressed with its awesome ugliness.
"Why does this thing have an arrow on it? Did you try to kill it, Amel?" Hafiz asked while tugging at the quiver that was attached to the tortoise's shell.
I have no idea how to explain to people how my quiver got stuck on a tortoise.
Later we started joking about turning the tortoise into turtle soup, and that really pissed off our reptile friend. It gave a slight groan as it slowly crawled away from us. I imagine if the poor guy could talk in human language it might have said something like: "Sons of bitches, no way I'm gonna let you eat me. I didn't live up to 200 years for this!"
SLUMBER - OAG
is playing in my mind today.
is playing in my mind today.
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