Re: Summer's Field Trip
Before I can duck and cover, I feel a strange sensation, as the two sides of my personality pulls away from me. It's as if I can see them, the feisty spitfire and the docile housewife. I watch as they fight:
"how dare you try such a move," screams the housewife, "what were you thinking? they were the law, and you abide by the law."
"oh come off it, he was gonna lock us away and throw away the key," spits the spitfire. "I had to do something, and if you hadn't been such a pig my moves would have worked."
The docile housewife snaps, leaps for the spitfire, they tumble, hair flying, it's an all out cat fight.
Suddenly the docile housewife just disappears. The spitfire wipes her hands and kicks her feet, as if she were a dog covering her scent.
"I got rid of that baggege. Come on, let's go see who our rescuer is," then she walks toward me, I feel a chilly sensation as the dominant portion of my personality takes over. I feel revived, energized, ready for action, capable of any and everything that may be thrown my way. My singed hands don't even hurt anymore, or at least I don't even notice.
I scurry over to the manhole cover and proceed to go down.