HAVING BEEN DEPRIVED OF FOOTIE FOR OVER A FORTNIGHT, andrew and i decided to go on a late night ball-finding mission. luckily, i went for value, picking up a ball for only 30 RM (10 CAD). after walking around our thoroughly commercialized neighbourhood, past the malls, the hotels, the rows of neon signs, we were on our way home. that's when we came across jk and shaki, a pair of simian street performers. we watched the diminutive primates jump around, climb polls and clutch at passing legs and handbags. eventually i grew bored and thought the monkeys might appreciate a new toy, gently rolling my new ball in their direction. shaki was quick to react, grasping the ball and gnawing at it slightly. yet her attention span for my ball was much shorter than mine had been for her playground antics, suddenly releasing the ball with her long, sinewy hind feet. of all the potential directions--360 degrees to be precise--she elected to steer the ball straight into the path of a massive, pearl white passenger bus. needless to say, the ball never stood a chance. the sound of air being ripped through rubber pierced the night sky. the onlooking crowd smiled and laughed, as though it had all been part of the act...
YOUR TURN! did i then proceed to...
a) strangle poor, little shaki until a local member of PETA swiftly interceded
b) make a vow never to sign up for any intraspecies rec. leagues
c) think to myself, "what better way to spend 10 bucks?" oh, the memories...
d) ???
diagram (a):
diagram (b):
ball >> shaki >> bus >> explosion
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