From a dream:
My mother and I were being hunted by my Aunt and she was trying to kill us. We went to the townspeople in this medieval town, and they were all lawn gnomes who had come to life. A peaceful community, these gnomes used only bows. We needed weapons, so we asked them about their bows and arrows. The gnomes used wooden bows with ice arrows. The arrows would melt as they hit the water and by the time they reached the fish, the ends would be dulled to a point where it would only stun the fish and not kill it. They did not want me to kill my Aunt, but only to stun it.
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