Shamanic Vision: Living Life through the Eyes of the Heart Issue #1, Fall 2016 | Page 27

Standing Bear brought out one of his practice arrows—the kind without the
sharp end—and he put it into his bow. He drew back, eyeing the bottom of
the standing Ironsides.
Back and back and back...the bow held firmly by Standing Deer. He held his
breath as his Grandfather had taught him and released the arrow.
Whooosh!
He watched as the arrow suddenly touched, oh so lightly, a branch that was
between him and Ironsides.
“Oh oh!”
The arrow rose up and up and up...wooosh and whizzz, and was now aiming
for the massive brown head of Ironsides!
Standing Deer was about to shout a warning when Ironsides lowered himself
and the arrow barely missed his head....and went with a loud and squishy
'Thunk!' into a bee hive that was hanging from the tree. Standing Deer never
saw the hive as Ironsides had covered it up with his massive head and
flicking tongue!
Now the bees of the hive—they knew all about Ironsides. The bees shared
their honey for years now, and Ironsides also knew that if he took too much,
the bees would get mad, so he was respectful to the bees and ate just a little
bit, especially after a meal.
Well, the bees were not at all happy about having an arrow come through the
front door of their hive. And bees being bees...they are very smart you
know...they looked down the arrow shaft and it pointed right to Standing
Deer!

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