As a group of friends gathered in the backyard, they noticed an empty bottle sitting on the fence. One of the friends picked up a pellet gun, took aim, and said, "Watch this." He steadied his breathing and focused on the bottle, his finger hovering over the trigger. With a sharp crack, the gun fired, and the bottle exploded into a million pieces. Cheers erupted from the group, and they all high-fived the marksman. But one of the friends looked a little uneasy. "Is that really safe?" he asked. "What if someone got hit by a ricochet?" The marksman scoffed. "Relax, I know what I'm doing." But just then, a tiny shard of glass pinged off a nearby tree and hit the uneasy friend in the leg. He winced and looked down at the small cut. "I'm done with this," he said, storming off inside. The rest of the friends exchanged glances, suddenly feeling a little guilty. Maybe shooting bottles wasn't such a good idea after all.
prompted by a PromptFlow user about 1 year ago