Riding on fhe back of a stampeding boar seemed like a good idea at the time, but my backside was arguing with me about it now. "No problem," I thought, "I'll just jump off and walk the rest of the way."
Unfortunately, the boar was moving so fast that the rest of my body began arguing that they would get hurt during the "jumping off" phase of my plan, or soon therafter in the "trying to skid to a stop" phase that would surely ensue.
During the argument, I found myself wondering who was in charge of things. Eventually, my backside yelled louder than any other part of me, so I let go of the boar and hoped for the best. As luck would have it, briar patches look leafy and soft from a distance, but don't quite feel so friendly when you're up close and freefalling. It occured to me that I should hit my ear and try to float past the briars. That worked well for a short while, and in fact I slowed down a bit due to wind drag. I would have eventually slowed enough to enter the realm of controlled flight, if it wasn't for a large tree that jumped in front of me and blocked my deceleration lane.
At least all of my body parts were in agreement about things now. Ouch! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/sleepey.gif" alt="" />
After waking from my involunatary nap I took my bearings and walked back to the camp.
"Kiya? Do you have any tea that's good for a full-body concussion?" I collapsed by the fire.
