Jokey lies down on the tree branch. He stares at the leaves above him for a minute. He closes his eyes, wondering if he can just fall asleep and miss this loop. Or maybe a few loops. It's not like he has anything better to do, after all.
A strong gust of wind blows a large leaf into Jokey, knocking him down with the bucket. He's not even entirely sure if the fox catches him. Maybe this time it was the branch itself, or the ground.
He doesn't really care.
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