While out jogging on Tuesday morning, the sky fell on Raymond. It knocked him over, of course. He lay there on the ground, with the remnants of the weather from 8:00 am, sprawled across him, assessing his predicament. To his surprise, the falling sky had not harmed him in any serious manner.
Lying
there, it occurred to Raymond that he really longed to be a professional dancer
instead of a surveyor. Maybe he could do that. If he could survive the sky
falling on him, he could do anything.
Raymond
brought himself upright, shook off a few clouds and flecks of grass, and
started running again. And that’s when Raymond fell off the earth.
—Mitchell Hegman
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