Ya'll remember Tiny Cowboy (TC), right? He's a fun-sized, ginger Sasquatch, who insists on wearing a cowboy hat, boots and typically shorts, of some sort, everywhere he goes.
I'm escorted the entire way by a giggling, eight year-old, on a bike who volunteered to show me where Tiny Cowboy lives. (I'm shocked that this nickname resonates not just with me but with eight year-olds as well. Hmm... what does that say about me?
From the top of the hill, about a half a block away, I can see what looks like colorful confetti littering a rooftop but upon closer inspection I can tell that what I see isn't confetti, but the feathers of the arrows decorating TC's roof. And set up to the left of his garage door, in the space between the next-door neighbor's garage, (they live in the right half of a duplex) are a couple of large, square, bales of hay, that have been stacked, and have a target attached to them. TC is standing at the end of his driveway, aiming what appears to be the smallest bow I have ever seen.
Just as TC draws back the minuscule bow the wind picks up and catches his majestic, skullet making him resemble an overweight, European soccer player; one of probable leprechaun decent. Obviously misjudging the strength of this breeze, he lets loose the arrow and it slams into... his neighbor's garage door. The boom from the arrow-on-metal-door reverberates through the neighborhood and I fight to control my laughter.
I'm not sure if TC saw me standing on the top of the hill or not, because I promptly ditched my 8 year-old counterpart and ran back down the hill, choking, gasping and laughing hysterically the entire way. Upon returning home I relayed this tale to my husband and he informed me that TC had to be using a youth model bow. "Frankly, I'm not sure TC's arms are long enough to pull back an adult model," the Hubby says gravely. "I think you've missed the ENTIRE point of the story, honey," I say. "I'm just saying, there's no shame in using a youth bow.... But someone really needs to talk to him about those size 5 cowboy boots."
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