At least, that was as much as he managed to think in that they went down in a tangle of limbs, spilled books and at least one skinned palm and arm on Zac’s part to the ‘musical’ accompaniment of a surprised “Booof!” – which was at least a good approximation of the involuntary sound he made when he hit the sidewalk.
Blessedly, Mogget seemed to have some inclination that the crash was coming because he leapt out of his shoulder bag and ran a few steps to one side before whirling, tail held high and eyes as wide as saucers.
“Mmrrrp!?” Mogget observed.
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