| Oops - a warning Here's a sad tale. An archer has two sons, let's call them "M" and "T". Both archers. M, older by a few years, becomes very successful, raking in trophies, while T sits by, sweltering in envy. Then T starts to improve, and actually wins his first external trophy. That was a year ago.
This weekend the tournament comes around again, but M and T cannot go, so they hand me the trophies to take back. Both engraved, permanent records of their place in archery history. And, yes, you guessed it, both engraved with "M"s name.
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