Another tale by punmaster Gary Hallock. He does too few of these, my type of tale.

As people grew ever wearier of his apple piercing routine, the celebrated archer began placing even smaller vegetable targets on the head of his brave son. After proving his prowess by skewering plums, grapes and even blueberries, he eventually resorted to splitting the buds of small flowers.

So keen was his eye and so accurate was his aim that the archer actually grew to prefer targeting the tiny buds of a certain flowering herb. From then on he began shooting at this one flower exclusively.

Was he the best marksman ever? Only thyme Will Tell.