<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Good Morning Cal</strong></span><br/><br/>Cal had woken up with the rising sun as he normally did. He has a great sense of time even without a watch. He got dressed quietly so not to wake his cabin mates and headed out. He loved to morning breeze. The camp seemed to be the perfect environment. Walking past an archery range a spare bow and quiver of arrows lay by a tree. Cal couldn't resist. It was still early most of the camp would still be asleep. He picked up the bow and stepped back a few feet before drawing it back and taking aim at the tree. With a slow exhale he released the arrow and it impaled the tree. Cal loved archery and he was good at it. he did this a few more times before stopping and looking at the tree saddly.<em>"I'm sorry. I didn't even think if this was okay. Now there are 4 arrows in this poor tree."</em>As he talked to himself he draped the quiver and bow over his shoulder using its strap and the line. I'll have to make sure to tell someone about it.<br/><br/>Walking around some more as the smell of food began to hit the air and Cal could hear campers stirring in the cabins he pasted. He noticed the satyr's acting quite strange. As they raced around Cal didn't even bother to stop and ask what was going on. Or if he was in trouble for the tree. He simply watched and tried to stay out of the way. He didn't want to be trampled. He made his way to get some food not even realizing he still had the bow as he sat at his cabins table and drooled as waffles, pancakes, eggs, and sausage lay in front of him. Breakfast was Cal's favorite meal. He was gonna eat his fill.