He gave an elated, “woop” and grabbed a tree branch. He swung forward several feet and landed on the opposite side of a huge log.
“You’re gonna kill youself, Zephyr!” Tiffany shouted. I gave her a sly little smirk. “Oh, don’t you even.”
“I know. I know,” I said trying to suppress a laugh.
“Who cares!” he shouted back and grabbed a new branch. “At least I’ll die happy-y-y-y…” He flew of the branch and disappeared in a pile of dead leaves. “Ow.”
Tiffany and I cracked up. “You know,” I said between breaths, “I think that may be the most hilarious, stupid thing that guy has ever done.”
“And that’s saying something,” she said, trying to catch her breath too. He walked over to us pulling leaves out of his hair.
“Not a word, you two,” he said.
Tiffany and I tried to hide our laughter by twisting our facial expressions into polite concern. “What would we say?” I asked. He stared at me with the most ridiculous face I couldn’t help but crack up again. This time he joined us.