I walk the same path to/fro the park. I’d like to think that I don’t have a habit of shuffling or not raising my feet high enough for the next step. Or so I thought.
For you see, my fellow Lemmings, today was fraught with a danger undulating through the stone. “LOLseas is coming, lol, do it, now!”
The paver jumped up at least 3cm just in time for my boot to connect. I tripped, but didn’t fall. Onlookers quickly looked away as I let out a sad, but lengthy sigh. I know the nearest dog must’ve heard me.
The rest of the cobblestone path was a cakewalk.
Aye, the world is fraught with danger. If you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.
Always keep in mind that if you do start falling, flying is as easy as missing the ground on the way down
Aye, the world is fraught with danger. Flying is just falling, with style.