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I want to be a great archer like my father. At the village archery

contest, he pulls back his bow until just the right moment, then

lets the string go. Zing! When his arrow hits the target over 400

feet away, his team celebrates with a dance. They each stand on

one leg, then turn and jump up and down, just like the cranes.

“Wah-ha!” they sing, thanking the cranes that have flown so

far to bring the archers strength and good luck.

Maybe there is a way I can help the cranes.