Parson Smith paid a visit to the Baldwin home. while he was there, he noticed targets everywhere he looked. On the barn, on the trees, on the well, and on the scarecrow. Incredibly, each one of the targets had a bullet hole right in the centre.”Wow!” exclaimed the parson, “who’s the marksman around here?” “I am”, said nine year old Billy Baldwin.”That’s Amazing, gushed the parson.”How can anyone be so perfect?””Oh, that’s easy.” said Billy, “I just drew circles around the bullet holes later.”