Upon returning to her small Southern hometown Aunt Tanya remembers a quaint tradition in which lustful suitors shoot balls of mistletoe from barren winter trees so they can kiss the damsels of their desire beneath fallen sprigs of the mystical plant. Idly Tanya scrawls a few phrases into her journal:

"Amidst yon forest of denuded trees,
Intrepid archer sees lush mistletoe,
Decides to seize massive prize with her bow."

Sufficiently inspired, Tanya grabs an old crossbow, heads outdoors, and aims squarely at a cluster of mistletoe adorning a tall poplar tree in the... Show more