"Trixie!" Stephanie cries out too late. She and the rest of the kids are frozen in place, helpless to do anything but watch as Trixie twists and flails in an ungraceful arc through the air. You can't move fast enough to catch her!
Someone else can. With a whistling swish and swoosh a bright blue blur comes swooping into the playground. It is a man on a mission, sprinting forth and flying up in a dizzying series of handsprings and somersaults to intercept Trixie's trajectory.
He grabs Trixie out of midair and drops down with her safe in his arms. The children cheer.
"Sportacus!" Trixie takes in a grateful gasp. "That was a good catch. I think I saw my life flash before my eyes."
Despite the oddity of his matching track suit and pencil thin mustache, Sportacus cuts an intimidating figure when he fixes you with his bright blue eyes.
"You must be more careful next time," Sportacus says. He offers a gentle smile. "Don't do anything to others that you wouldn't want done to yourself."
While not the worst lecture you've been through, it still fills you with a sense of shame. The kids crowd in around their hero while you decide to take a seat on the bench before you find a way to launch any more children.
THE END.