A Walk Down Under
My friend Chiv is staying at the castle for a few days. This evening we went out, along with Bunny, to get some dinner. I left my wheelchair at home because we weren’t going far.
As we were walking home arm-in-arm, with me leaning on them both for support, Chiv started talking in an Australian accent. This made me very excitable and whenever I’m excited my tics intensify.
When Bunny joined in with the same accent it all became too much. My tics went bonkers and I collapsed on the pavement in a giggling, ticcing heap. They helped me up and we continued walking.
Except they weren’t walking – they were both hopping along like kangaroos.