When Albert walked in search of his lost marbles, he bypassed the banana peels lying in his way. Good show, he thought.
He paid no mind to the tropical garden gracing the path along the way, or the lions and the lambs that watched him as he passed by.
He did not notice the end of the pathway, the girls in bikinis below, or the drop of two thousand feet.
Albert’s last fall, a spectacular flight, ended predictably.
The girls did well selling souvenirs.
Pictures of Albert face down cost five dollars.
Pictures of Albert propped up cost five more.
