with Santa approaching all red faced and hot, that Grinch tripped up Santa, he went down with plop. The bow string drew back to my anchor point holding natural as can be...I saw that red-nosed Rudolf grazing at ease....in an instant the arrow was gone, no recollection of release. I watched that lumenock arching so graceful in air, disappear into the Herd Bull's chest as he idled in neutral gear. The arrow clattered to the sidewalk, a full pass through....the confused herd of reindeer bolted off, lead by a leaky leader spouting red egg nog in hefty spurts from two sides.....I knew the tracking job would be short, the blood trail was awesome and already the red nose was starting to blink.
The Grinch gave a wink, the fat man regained feet, he watched his rig stampeed off unattended into the night. The Grinch shouted "fresh backstraps yum-yum, he gave me a "high Five", then he said too bad for the lunenock, Pope and Young won't qualify....