You have a sharp point and a feathered tail to help you aim true. You’re made of a strong, but flexible, wood. What’s your story? When were you made? Whose quiver are you in? Do you shoot true? What are you being shot at?
What does it feel like when someone inserts you in a bow and pulls the string back? How does it feel when you’re released?
Give as many details as you can.
What happens when he pulls you out, puts you in his sling and aims you at a sheep? Or a giant? What are you thinking? How do you feel?
Do you aim true? Or do you get scared and go off track?