The impact was hard, and Max bounced off a tree and a few branches; at
that particular moment he felt like Wile E. Coyote. And that imagery in
his mind made him chuckle, just as he impacted the ground. Momentarily
winded, he lay on the ground looking up at the heavens.
"Where am I now?" he asked no one in particular.
"In a park," came a reply. He looked over and saw a cat sitting on the grass licking his paws.
"Ah," Max said as he picked himself up. "Now the next question is when am I?"
"I beg your pardon?" the cat asked him.
Max stood on his feet, still feeling the after-effects of the shift.
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