....You have been so absorbed with your run that looking down has not occurred to you and the stench of the rotting leaves has evaded your senses. The hoof, unable to find grip, scrabbles’ around, desperately trying to find a hold on the mass of the green-brown trap. As you start to register a problem the bock slips forward, the shin pressing up and the thigh down. You feel intense pressure then a sudden release. You are ok, until the pain hits, you cannot move, colour drained as you stay frozen. A break.
thanks for the concern i find falling all in the fun tho its not as fun without a good old fall hehe
Quote from: x_Rave_Dave_x on September 24, 2007, 03:55:29 PMthanks for the concern i find falling all in the fun tho its not as fun without a good old fall heheIts alright for you young 'uns with ya strong bones and healthy teeth At my age, my bones are so brittle I fart and my legs snap :