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Jake was determined to hop the mile back to his house. He already was halfway, and he was doing good so far. As he hopped down to sidewalk, he saw somebody in the far distance coming toward him. He was hopping too. That's weird, thought jake. What are the chances of him hopping down and him hopping up and them both hopping on the same road. Too bad he couldn't see his face, thought jake. There'd always be time to hop to him. Yet again, or so he thought. The man at the other end of the far road hopped into the bushes. Then Jake saw a man at the other side of the road with a knife. Since he was used to hopping, just like walking with a treadmill, he hopped into the bushes. He then stumbled on his two feet, and started to jog through the forests. Just then he saw a backpack laying on the side of the road. It said on the front, pull two strings to activate parachute. If Parachute fails, it read, pull the string on the side under the flap. Cool, Jake thought, a parachute. What are the chances, he wondered. He put the pack on so he could show his mom if he ever got home.

Too bad for Jake. The universe had other plans.