'Appreciating that the crown does have pointy bits AND that there really should be a handrail of some sort but, all things considered,....RUN!!!!' Flossie shouted.
And so he and Lefty picked up the sack between them and headed back down the old cliff path just as fast as they could.
'CRUNCH!!!!' went a noise behind them and a giant staple zipped over Flossie's head.
'That could have had someones eye out!' Lefty cried.
'And I don't have any to spare!' Flossie replied.
'CRUNCH!!!!' went the noise again and a second staple bounced off of the rocks below them.
'Where are we heading for?' Lefty called out.
'Not sure,' Flossie shouted back. 'We can decide once we're at the bottom.'
'Not far to go now!' Lefty said.
And, despite the danger, Flossie stopped them running and they paused for a moment.
'Odd, isn't it,' he observed, 'how it always seems so much quicker on the way back?'
'Psychological,' Lefty replied. 'My theory is that on the initial journey your brain is taking in and processing new information and of course you are genuinely more likely to pause for a variety of reasons plus there is a sense in which time lies in the future. Whereas on the way back those things are largely absent and so time appears to pass more quickly.'
'True!' Flossie said. 'Plus, we weren't running away from a giant stapler on the way up.'
'Oh, yes!' Lefty bleated.
And they went to pick up the sack but as they did....
'Crunch!!!!' went a noise behind them and this time their luck ran out and the staple hit Flossie square in the fleece.
'Arrrghhh!' Lefty cried. 'Are you hurt?'
'Errrmmm?' Flossie replied. 'Now you ask...as it happens......no!'
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