One brisk and chilly February morn, I was acting a fool. I was completely dressed from head to toe in my birthday suit and running around the house. The ground was covered in frost and made for perfect sliding conditions. Completely free from the constrictions of any fabric made me super aerodynamic. I took a turn around the corner of the house and BANG! During the spring and summer the gutter had broke and made a huge puddle. A forgotten tricycle sunk into the suburban swamp and sat to rust to death. The winter came and froze the base of the trike flush to the ground. Time ramps up to the naked foolish me. I slid around the corner and was perfectly aligned with the sunken trike and all ten toes slammed into the trike and broke in unison.
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