You have a deadline that's moving like a cosine function on the tangent you are off on. There could be minutes left or seconds, right? So you have to move quickly, dress slickly, carry a blade and be sharp. Just grab your hat and travel light.
"Daddy! Alfie needs you to save his fishing rod! It's stuck in a pine tree!"
Immediately the bow snapped, its two splintered ends twirling uselessly in the air, trailing twine, and falling inert on the heath. The arrow hung there from his hand, the point lost from sight in the gorse.
Time's up!
To catch a fish, perchance to eat.
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