339 - Falling Down The Stairs
No, I didn’t fall, but I keep coming close because that four-legged thing of evil, that white, furry demon that injured me in the first place, keeps leaving his toys on the stairs to trip me up as I hobble down in this stupid boot. He seems to take delight in dropping them at the top of the stairs to see how far down they go. I think he’s trying to kill me but my wife disagrees.
Maybe it’s a plot.
