#27 Bull's Eye

I sat there, breathless, in my make-shift tree stand. This was it. I'd waited months for this shot. I carefully removed the lens covers from the scope and took aim. My hands and arms shook in anticipation and it took everything I had to steady the gun. This was a once-in-a-lifetime shot and I dared not waste it. I could see her prancing back and forth like a showgirl. She was healthy and plump. I squeezed the trigger. My BB gun fired with a loud pop which was followed immediately by a squeal. My little sister jolted upright and clutched her buttocks. "Bull's eye!" I snickered.