Ding Dong.  Rang the bell on the Hashiba house.
 "I’ll get it!"  Rowen called.  The 10-year-old ran down the stairs, skipping the last few steps.  He yanked open the door.
 "Hi!" he said brightly to Cora and her parents.
 "Hey!" she replied back.
 "Rowen, let them in, don’t leave them standing in our front door!" his mother called to him.
 "Oh, right, come in."  He stuttered, stepping out of the way and allowing them to step through.
 "I want to show you something," Rowen said as he grabbed Cora’s hand and dragged his friend behind him out the door again.
 Cora eagerly followed Rowen, wondering what wonderful thing he could be dragging her off to show.  She followed him a little ways into the woods.  After a while, they came upon a clearing, where someone had set up a dilapidated old archery target.  Arrows lay scattered about, as well as a couple wooden bows amongst them.
 Rowen walked over and picked up a bow and an arrow.  He strung the arrow, took aim, and released.  The arrow flew with speed through the air towards the target.  The sharpened arrowhead sunk into the tree bark, just millimeters away from the very center.
 Cora’s eyes brightened.  "Cool!"
 Rowen smiled, he was proud of himself.  He picked up the other bow and tossed it to Cora.  She caught it by the handle and looked at him.
 "You try."  He said.
 Cora stared at the bow, then at the bows scattered on the ground.  She looked back up at Rowen as if he was insane.  Her?  Shoot an arrow?  Hah!  Yeah, right, that was a good one…
 "Come on!  Try it!"  He urged her.  He moved over to where she was standing.  Rowen picked up an arrow that was black with silvery-white feathers.  "Here," he said, handing her the arrow.
 Cora took it, and strung it on the bow.  She pulled the string back slowly, until her strength would not allow her to pull it any farther.  She tried to take aim, not quite sure how in the world she should do that.  Closing her eyes, Cora imagined the arrow-flying strait toward the target-and at least striking the first ring of the old target, which had many nicks and holes in it.  She released the arrow, and let it fly.  The arrow hit the first rung of the target.  Cora opened her eyes and stared.  She stood there, her mouth hanging open.
 "Hey!  Not bad Cor, and on your first try, cool."
 "I-I actually hit it?  Me?  H-how?"
 Rowen blinked at her.  Surprised that she was so surprised.  He smiled, and went to retrieve the arrow.   He handed it to her.  "Here, you keep this one, since you succeeded in hitting the target on your first try."
 Cora took the arrow from Rowen, glancing down at it, examining it.  Then she looked up at her friend, a smile on her face.  "Oh thank you Rowen!"  Cora grabbed her friend up into a hug, catching Rowen off guard.
 Rowen was surprised at first, but then hugged her back.
 The two spent the day at their little archery field.  They went back for lunch and took it up to their field and ate it there, having a little picnic of their own.  Afterward, when they took their things back down to the house, Cora brought her backpack-which had things she had brought to do-up to the field.  She pulled out a notebook and a pencil, and sat down on a fallen tree to write.
 "What are you writing about?"  Rowen asked.
 Cora looked up at him, and tossed her sunlight hair out of her eyes.  "I’m writing about our woods.  Hopefully, when we are older, it will still be here."
 Rowen shrugged, and then went back to his archery.  Cora smiled, and shook her head, and went back to her writing.  After a while, she took out a camera from her bag, and snapped a picture of Rowen just before he let another arrow fly.  The flash from the camera surprised him and caused him to loose his concentration, making the arrow arch to the ground.  He blinked and turned to look at Cora, who sat there looking at him through the camera.  She lowered the camera, a smile on her face.
 Rowen smiled back.  "Very funny."
 Cora just grinned at him, then put the camera back in the bag.  After a while, she lay down on the fallen tree, and watched Rowen, and then she drifted off to sleep.  The next thing she knew, Rowen shook her awake, and they walked back to the house.