I’m having a tough time picturing David skateboarding happily.
Determinedly, yes. Focused, yes. Injured, probably.
But not “Happily”.
And that’s a shame. It’s something you should do happily.
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Bob is such a good salesman… it’s like he’s in touch with the customers’ thoughts!
Heaven knows he’s not burdened with a lot of his own.
You know you’re not trying to get anywhere particular if you’re surprised to discover… a trail underfoot.
I had to think about it. It’s possible that we’ve broken those big windows, like, FOUR times now. I can’t recall exact details of each time, but four sounds right.
There was the fireworks test, the pogo sticking, and I think Paste went through on a bike once before. You can’t rely on my memory or Paste’s memory, though.
Anyone of you folks recall exactly?
Hubris has always been an essentially upbeat guy. All that gloom and doom stuff he was saying was bound to be momentary.
See there? No broken bones and fresh fish! Find the frying pan, and the world is all good again!
Marco and his cohort are so helpful and accommodating!
No reason to leave Hubris’ bike way up in that tree when it could be down there with the guy himself.
That’s simple logic.
Oh, those logical beasts and how they must love to be with Hubris.
You ever do that? Go out onto a natural Overlook and think “This dang rock has been out here in the rain and wind and cold… what’s holding it all together?”
And you don’t know any reason it hasn’t cracked off and fallen a thousand feet down into the valley maybe a hundred or so years ago.
So what are you doing standing on it admiring the view, when you could be in the car heading to dinner at the local BBQ place?
Yeah, me neither.
That guy didn’t really have much of a chance, considering his ride. On top of that, he shouldn’t have stepped into the woods for a brief respite and told everyone else to “go on ahead. I’ll catch up.”
That’s how people in adventure novels (and a few horror stories) wind up in Chapter 1.
You know, Hubris probably has access to some of the finest bike locks known to the buying public.
And yet, he has Bob stash his bike up a tree.
If you’re gonna start an adventure, though, do you wanna do it by climbing up, and then dropping out of, a tree and whizzing away, or do you wanna start it by trying to remember the combination to a fat ol’ cable holding your bike hostage ’till you provide the answer it wants?
Feel free to ponder for a moment before answering.
Marco the raccoon doesn’t seem to be fazed by Bob’s trick, even now that Hubris has learned it, too.
Maybe Marco taught Bob.
