(November 2, 2011 at 9:00 pm)SophiaGrace Wrote: I can just imagine Vaeolet running really fast across a street. It makes me smile.
You'd be amused at how I stop the sprint too. I don't skid: I stutter my steps until I'm moving at my previous pace. It looks a bit like tapdancing, I move so fast.
I think my usual time is 3 seconds from takeoff to cross two lanes, and it picks up on the other side.
Stopping is hard.
But I'm a dancer, so it comes naturally.
I swear I haven't kicked anyone in the shins while stutter-stopping a sprint.
Except the old lady with the purple bag.
But who cares about collateral anyway.
That cat pissed me off. It deserved to be kicked under that semi.
It was orange.
I suppose now your question is this:
Was it the cat... or the semi?
It was the goat.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day