So, the trick with hunting woolphants was not about hitting the whole target. It was avoiding hitting the cat monkeys, those demonic, pesky parts of that dark swarm that called the fur of the beasts their home.
The cult leader could not see them as truly being anything but parasitic. They were such mean-looking things with their teeth and their claws, and it was really puzzling to think that the woolphants tolerated them at all.
Ted did his best to aim, but his companion wouldn't give him the permission to shoot, and his finger was itching on the trigger.
Then someone shouted that everyone should shoot, all at once, and try to take the beast down with a short burst that would bludgeon its bony head into mush, and this was Ted's opportunity. He aimed for the cat monkeys.
He missed.
