I woke up from a bad dream. No wonder, the dream catcher that hung above the bed was broken. My aching body told me I should stay put, but I got out of bed. Someone had cleaned and tidied the longhouse after last night's fight. The blood is gone. Somehow I found my moccasins. I slipped my flint knife into my belt and walked outside into the light of day. The body I dragged outside last night was gone. I staggered to the pond. The reflection of a young man covered in blood looked back at me. I took some water and applied it on my face before washing my body. I checked my reflection again. A man stood behind me. He was fully dressed in warm robes, with a bloody knife in his hand. This was the head I tried to remove last night. “A fight,” he said. “For a while, I thought I was done.” Last night I thought the same thing. “What are your plans, Father?” » My words seemed strange. It was the first time I called him father. Until last night, I still called him Sasquatch. “We are going to have a feast. It's not every day that a man gets to welcome a son into his home. He pointed the knife at a carcass hanging from a tree. “I skinned the bear you killed. I hope you don't mind. " " No way. » “Come in and eat,” he said. “It’s been too long. We have many stories to share, questions to answer. » That's the understatement of my life. I spend nights awake thinking about everything I would ask him. Questions I asked Sasquatch, who was always there for me, and my father, who abandoned my mother and me. I finished washing and went back inside. He followed me with bowls of fried meat, probably the loser of last night's fight. He handed me a bowl and two sticks. I placed the unnecessary sticks next to the bowl and drew...... middle of paper...... how you do it. "I passed him the bow. He stuck the tips of two arrows into the ground in front of him, a third he pulled out. “Use your thumb, not your fingers, to pull the string. You'll get more traction longer and therefore more power In addition, your release will be cleaner and your shot more precise Now, keep your eyes on the targets » I look in time to see the first target hit. sent straight back into the bush. The first never hit the ground, before the second target was sent straight back. Then the third arrow shattered on its target, sending it sideways. father was not happy. My mouth remained open. If they were warriors of my tribe, they would have died. None of them could reach my father. targets in place and when you can take down all three, I will tell you about your mother and me..”