When I saw my chance, I slipped my hand down in my shepherd’s bag and took thence a stone. I put the stone in the pouch of my sling, unwound the thongs from around my wrist, gave it three good whirls, and let fly. The KJ version says “slang it.” Regardless, it hit just above his nose, slightly to the left, and the stone sunk into his skull. He fell upon his face to earth – dead as a doornail.
I felt as if I’d made a last second shot from midcourt to win the big basketball game, and I slept soundly, as heroes do.
# posted by pansypoo @ 8:39 PM
