Shea undoubtedly came out the winner in this game. I usually make sure that I win any game I play with Shea, as I need to maintain my control over him. Games have ended with me bleeding, but I come out on top. Today, I ended up on the bottom. Literally.
As I was running down the hallway and Shea was chasing me, one of his giant paws got tangled in with my feet. I started going down, fast. Face first into the ground. So, with my amazing quickness, I tried to catch myself by heaving my leg in front of my body to catch my fall. Well, rather than catching my fall, my toe caught the corner of the molding on the wall. Slice. My big toe. It didn't hurt and I stood up right away. Then I looked down and saw a puddle of blood. I cleaned it up good, wrapped it up tightly, and didn't think much about it until it began throbbing.
I wasn't even sure if the front part of my toe was attached to the rest of it anymore. Like an idiot I tried to put sneakers on and go for a run. I thought my toe was going to burst through my shoe. I ended up taking them off within a minute.
Anyways, my toe is in one piece, and the throbbing is lessening. Shea won this one. I may have lost, but my toe was the biggest loser!
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