Aiming for a Prize

Kyne padded around looking at the very few stalls for this years Starsail. First he went over to look at the pets, and spent a lot of time there making friends. After that the pale furred nyulop made his way to the nearest gaming stall. He hauled himself up on to a wooden stool and stood up, wobbling slightly. What he saw was a ton of colourful balloons pinned against a wall directly across from him. It was a balloon popping stall! With growing excitement, he awkwardly picked up a dart... which was pretty hard without any thumbs, but he finally managed to grip the dart between his fingers and against the palm of his paw. Flittering his two pairs of wings in determination, Kyne squinted at the balloons and took aim. He threw his arm back with so much force that the stool tilted back slightly., causing him to instinctively pitch forward, rebalancing himself, as he threw the dart, 

Hopefully there wasn't anyone too close to this enthusiastic finley.