This is the story of the day I hit a tree.
No, not with my vehicle.
--With my face.
I was chasing after an injured duck (ya'kno, crouched low, arms out, moving forward in an oddly similar waddling fashion to the injured duck itself), when I speedily waddled myself straight into a tree branch. Apparently I was too busy watching the stupid duck to see where I was actually going.
Then the darn bird hopped down into the stream and swam away. I sighed, put my hand on my newly scraped forehead, and turned around thoroughly unsuccessful just in time to wave back at a cyclist biking towards me along the path.
I bet he thought I was so cool.
We are going to have to get you some safety glasses if this keeps up.
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