As the young seventeen year old boy ,turned the white box over and over in his hands with a look of puzzlement upon his face. It was then that he was told that the box indeed was for him to open , he began to open it with eager anticipation as to the contents inside. Finally getting the box open, he discovered that the box contained but a single arrow with white fletches bound by rawhide carrying a stone point. The look of puzzlement fell upon his face once again until he realized that the arrow was a special arrrow. An arrow that would never be shot from the bow to taste blood or be covered in grass stain ,bent ,broken or lost. But a special arrow an arrow that would always be treasured with special meaning an arrow that had made a flight of a life time.
Dennis
