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Silently you slip your bow from your shoulder and draw an arrow. The creature is close: you can sense it getting ready to pounce. Then, with matchless speed and skill, you twist around and shoot your arrow beneath the bridge. A loud yelp of pained surprise issues from below and you catch a glimpse of a hairy, misshapen creature tumbling into the river with your shaft driven deep into its forehead.

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Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Brian Williams.