As the Summer Olympics in London draws near, Donald is taken back to his youth. From a very young age, after the first time he watched the Olympics on television, he knew he himself wanted to one day become an Olympian. To stand shoulder to shoulder with athletes from other countries. To revel in the majesty of The Games. But, what sport should he choose? Maybe he could be a marathon runner, a long jumper, or perhaps, he could follow in his Great Uncle Jim's footsteps and take up the bow and arrow.
So, Donald talked his parents into buying him a bow and arrow set so he could begin practicing and training so that one day he could be an Olympian. Sure, they don't get as much TV time as the swimmers, and the track and field athletes, or the gymnasts, but that's no big deal really. However, Donald quickly became frustrated with his chosen sport. Working the bow was difficult, he would often miss the target completely, and then there was The Incident.
One morning, as he was practicing, his dog Lucky was playing in the back yard where the target was set up. Now, Lucky would often be in the back playing as Donald practiced. However, this one fateful morning tragedy struck. As Donald was pulling back getting ready to release a shot, a horsefly happened by and buzzed in Donald's ear. This caused him to lose his balance, fall, and accidentally release the arrow.
Donald quickly stood up to see that the arrow had struck and killed Lucky.
It was on that sad, fateful day that Donald decided that archery just wasn't for him.
There were too many drawbacks.
I don't care if it is a pun. It's too sad. :cry:
Yeah. I don't even want to punch you in the face.
Less dog death next time.
Just a little experiment. I hadn't initially intended to go there. I always come up with the punchline first and then start writing the story. But, as I wrote the story, it's kind of where it took me. But I thought I'd post it anyway to see how a sort of sad/horrormirthy pun might be received.