Yes that's from a song by the way.
I'd like to share a story. Filled with childhood innocence. And semi-violence as all stories involving children do.
So Gabriel and Daanish share a couple of hamsters. Out of complete boredom and that charming thing called curiosity, they decided to paratroop train their little furry friends.
Step 1: Grab a bunch of tissues.
Step 2: grab a couple of hamsters. Hand one to a friend/accomplice.
Step 3: all this in hand, head to 2nd floor of house.
Step 4: Tie as creatively as you can, the tissues to the hamsters' arms and legs. This would be quite a task requiring tons of tissues and much expertise. Small hands help.
Step 5: Preparing hamsters for jump off. Wind sounds are Ok. Whoosh Whoosh.
Step 6: Drop them from the 2nd floor. Watch and see from the railings.
Step 7: Head to landing zone on 1st floor to document results.
Results: Both hamsters appear still. On further investigation, it can be confirmed that they did not survive the fall.
My little cousins were quite pleased of their discovery. Apparently they should've used plastic for parachutes instead. Nina might be traumatized for life.
Curiosity does kill.
Did I mention that the hamsters died? When they fell from the 2ND FLOOR?
But who knows maybe it could've survived 17 floors if tried. Acceleration zero, air resistance and all. It is possible.
Though the complete and proper story will have you rightfully conclude that its chance of survival is actually a matter of whether the hamster is dropped from a high enough altitude. Not from every high place.
Why thank you too.
1 comment:
poor ninaaaaa. boys shouldn't have hamsters. they should keep things that ought to die. like mosquitoes.
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