Books are cats
I dropped a book (hard cover) out of my window on the second floor. It slid down the roof, shot over the eaves gutter (don't ask me how) and fell at least 9 metres before landing in the bushes of our front garden. It was raining. It lay there for one night and half a day. And there's nothing more than a little dirt on the cover, the back and the outside of the pages; inside, the book looks as if I had just picked it up from a store.
...books are amazing!
...books are amazing!