Jackie the neighborhood boy lost a leg that day down at the creek. All three of them lost a leg but Jackie lost his the most. It happened like this (some details have been altered for obvious reasons): they were swinging down from Fort Gumption, the gangly protrusion they had constructed out of wood and despair, when Gillifer screamed to Bennery, who stood two feet away and slightly out of hearing, "GOTTA GO GOTTA GO!" Everyone dropped their morgidal calibrators and dashed to the edge of Fort Gumption, breathless. This was an unrehearsed event and rifling through the day's marching orders yielded nothing. NOTHING! How do you get down from Fort Gumption?

"With a lot of grunting and a lot of gumption," Jackie answered by rote like a good unthinking student, glancing at the narrator's stricken face and rearranging his stricken face with a swift roundhouse kick to his STRICKEN FACE.

But Bennery went first, hair screaming like an angry bonfire, leaping off the first forelock and down down down onto the soft, wet earth, nine hundred meters below, rolling on impact just as he'd been taught during morning roll call. "BENNERY," he'd name himself like the crafty onomatopoeia that he was. FULL MARKS for Bennery. The kid had a future, we'll give him that. But he lost a leg on the way down. It flew off in a comical fashion and twirled towards ecstasy. Nothing comical about this though, the real deal. He walked it off, unaware that he could not.

"Can Joel's dad do THIS?" boasted Gillifer as he tumbled down into the psychological abyss of his own insane babbling mind. His leg came flying off too. Leg traps. They were everywhere so watch OUT.

Jackie's turn. GOTTA GO. Cackling with glee at the terrific writing above and delirious at the prospect of all that foreign money waiting for him, Jackie leapt. Wind suddenly screamed upwards, tearing his poorly-marketed windbreaker jacket into ribbons. That's okay. He was a cool dude. He could handle a little pressure. He wanted to impress the girl he liked, the girl whom he imagined would be watching this if she did not simply exist in his own sad fantasies. If he pulled this off she would swoooooon like a swan!

But he did not pull it off. His leg ripped away from his body in freefall, an impromptu satellite to Jackie's torso. The cameras cut away at this point.