A fleet of sailors, a thousand arrows in flight, was
journeying from the coast of Barbados, a large island resting in the heart of
the Caribbean Sea. After traveling for many days, they began to run out of
their food supply and became very hungry. On the cliffs of Dover, waging
endless war against the sea, a doe, blinded in one eye, grazed near the edge
hoping for safety. With her good eye she looked to the land for any hunters or
dogs, lurking among the forest. Her bad eye, a clouded crystal ball, could not
see her future fate as the sailors drawing nearer to the shore, spotted her on
top of the cliff.
“Ahoy, matey! I spot a doe atop the cliff!” The captain
responded, “Take aim! We can use her for food to finish out our lengthy
journey.” The sailor locked his sight, with one good eye, on the deer, and
pulled the trigger – releasing a thundering bullet, shattering the silence of
the sea, and piercing the doe’s heart. As the doe fell to the ground, she
thought to herself, “I spent so much time keeping eye on the land, when the sea
has conquered me.”
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