Teenage males – not always the best ideas come from the mind of a teenage male.
Jack and Fuzzy were best friends. They’d been best friends ever since they were little. Jack was the adventurous one – always thinking up crazy things to do. Fuzzy was the more cautious one.
“This is a great day to have a race,” said Jack. “The skies are clear, there’s almost no wind, and it’s not a real busy day.”
“I’m not so sure about this, Jack. I’ve never done any racing,” said Jack’s friend, Fuzzy. Well, Fuzzy was his nickname. His real name was Bartholomew but he didn’t like that name and no one except his mother ever called him that.
“That’s okay,” replied Jack. “There was a first time for me too. But once I did it, I just thought it was so much fun that I wanted to see if practicing each day could make me even faster.”
Fuzzy replied, “But there are no designated lanes like they have a real sports event. This is just outside in nature and the land isn’t exactly level; we could lose our footing or things could get in our way.”
“But that’s the part that makes it exciting,” answered Jack. ”You have to reach the other side. See that tree with the deflated balloon caught up high in its branches? We’ll start here and end up at that tree. If something is in the way, just figure it out – even if you have to dart to one side a little bit. It’ll be fun, and it’s a challenge for me to see if I can run fast enough to beat everyone.”
“But is it safe? I mean, isn’t it a bit scary too?” asked Fuzzy.
“Yes, I suppose so,” said Jack. “It’s just fun for me to see how fast I can get all the way from here to that tree over there. I bet I’m faster than you!”
“Well, give me a minute to think about the best way to beat you at this little race,” answered Fuzzy.
There weren’t lanes delineating the exact route you had to take to reach the tree. According to Jack, they would each start at the point they were standing now and then run to the tree. It didn’t sound so hard.
“Ok,” said Fuzzy. “You go first.”
“OK!” answered Jack.
Jack hesitated a moment, looked around, and then ran as fast as he could from his starting place to the tree. He was pretty fast. “Ok, now it’s your turn!” he called back.
So Fuzzy crouched down a bit, looked around quickly, and then raced to the tree. “I made it!” said Fuzzy as he panted a bit. “When you’re running, that tree seems farther away than it looked from where we started.”
“Yeah,” answered Jack. “It always does. But isn’t it fun to race?”
“And then we just run back to the starting point again?”
“Yep, we run back to where we started.”
Fuzzy and Jack both ran back to their starting place. There weren’t any obstacles the first time they ran to the tree, but it was getting busier now and more obstacles were appearing.
“Ready to go?” asked Jack.
“What?! There’s a whole string of big, noisy vehicles coming now! It doesn’t seem safe to run across now!” said Fuzzy anxiously.
“That’s the challenging part,” replied Jack. “The first time across the road was easy because no cars came. Now that the traffic has increased, it’s more challenging to weave and dart and make our way across the road. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
But Fuzzy was a bit reluctant. “I’m too young to die,” said Fuzzy. “Racing is exciting but I don’t think I want to play this game anymore.”
“Oh, get a little excitement in your life,” answered Jack. Then Jack took off across the road, darting and weaving, and made it across. Then he returned to where Fuzzy was waiting.
Jack looked at Fuzzy a moment and then he said, “OK, that’s enough for today. But I plan to come back again tomorrow and practice running some more.”
“Not me! I think I’ll just have a life a little less exciting than yours, but we’ll always be friends, right?” asked Fuzzy.
“Definitely!” replied Jack.
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