[11th stain on the bathrobe|backdated to before the rain]

[sandwichofdoubt]

[Who's out on the edge of the village? It's Arthur. He's doing something quite peculiar looking. He runs at nothing in particular, then trips and falls into the tall grass, adding more dirt to the robe. He gets up, brushes himself off, repeats the process several more times, getting more and more dirty until he seems to give up, starts walking back

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thankee :-3

[sandwichofdoubt]

[Arthur feels a jolt, loses a touch of altitude but manages to gain control of his Zen. Oh hey, there's a rather scruffy looking ruffian.]

It's all about forgetting to hit the ground.

[sandwichofdoubt]

[Arthur performs a slow, graceful swoop near the ground]

Yeah, it's just a matter of throwing yourself at the ground an' missing.

[sandwichofdoubt]

No time like the present, mate.