the edge of it, digging his hands into the clay-like consistency of the mud at the water-line.  He shaped the reddish clay into small bun-shaped balls, which he wrapped tightly around the arrows, a few inches from the pointy tips.  The clay added weight to the front of the arrows.  He then cut grooves into the opposite ends so that they would fit into the rope which now formed the bow.  The clay was really excellent for the job, and had already started drying by the time he had finished the grooves. 

“Wow.” Marko smiled.  “That’s awesome.”

“Shall we give it a try?”

Marko nodded eagerly.  “You first!”

Jimmy picked up the bow and held it in front of him, taking one of the arrows and slipping the cut groove...

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