A duke is hunting in a forest with his men-at-arms and servants
when he comes upon a tree. Archery targets are painted all
over it, and smack in the middle of each is an arrow.

"Who is this incredibly fine archer?" cries the duke. "I must
find him."

After continuing through the forest for a few miles, he comes
across a small boy carrying a bow and arrow. Eventually the
boy admits that it was he who
shot the arrows plumb in the center of all the targets.

"You didn't just walk up to the targets and hammer the arrows