"Okay. You got this. Just aim and fire!"
"I can't do it, Daddy! My hands are no good." Crystal threw down the bow in her hands and crossed her arms. She felt terrible.
"Crystal." Herobrine picked up the bow and took a knee next to his 4-year-old daughter. "You can do this. I believe in you, but you have to believe in yourself."
Crystal looked at the bow like it was a dead rat. "But it's too hard."
"You haven't even tried to shoot the target."
"But it seems to hard." Crystal argued.
Herobrine stared at his daughter. Then he loaded the bow and shot the target: a roped cow. The arrow zinged across the plains and hit the cow.
"MOOO!" The cow screamed before it died.
"There. You see? It's not that hard. And now we have lunch!"
Crystal snatched the bow and climbed a nearby birch tree. From there, she spotted a chicken, aimed, and shot. It hit the poor animal in the eye, killing it immediately.
"I DID IT!" Crystal jumped down into her father's arms. "I killed a chicken!"
"That's my girl! Now we can have a feast with the bread I stole from a villager!"
Crystal looked at her dad, eyebrows down. "You stole from a villager?"
"Uhhhh..." Herobrine said.
