Rainbow Cookies

Why are you doing this to me, truck-senpai?

Leonardo did not know if it was the blood in his head, the pain in his leg, or the tiredness he was feeling while trying to keep himself in a certain balance without his body going from one side to the other making him seasick, but he was really starting to think he was going to die pretty soon.

Well, theoretically he couldn't complain too much, given the state of things, but if he could have chosen how to bid the world goodbye, it would have been decidedly different from a slow and painful death hung by the foot like a piñata ready to be slaughtered at any moment by some tramp armed with a stick, or by ravenous dogs.

It hadn't been very clever of him to end up in a trap, but how could he have known that in that forest where he had never been, in that particular place between one tree and another, in that historical period, there would have been such traps!

Maybe he could have asked for help.

He doubted that anyone who would have set such a trap was a friendly person. But maybe they would have given him a quicker death.

The blood in his head was starting to really bother him.

"Hey! Is anybody there? I would like to die quickly, thanks!" he shouted at the nothingness, perhaps not loud enough to attract attention at great distances, but he was in an awkward position.

I challenge you to use the diaphragm hanging upside down from one leg.

And Leonardo knew how to use the diaphragm well!

Three years of choir, people!

Since his cry for help was answered only by a few birds that had soared in flight, Leonardo tried to find a better way out.

For starters, he recapped how he ended up in that situation.

The day had started like any other.

He had woken up late after putting off the alarm three times, had washed and dressed in a hurry, had cooked pancakes for his mother and sister with the dough he had made the night before, and had taken a steaming one filled with Nutella while preparing for the day at the university.

From there, things got a bit confusing, since when he moved by vehicle, with headphones in his ears, Leo tended to do things automatically.

So... he took the subway, then a bus, and he got up halfway to let an old lady sit. Lady who got pissed to death because "she was not old" but, let me say it, lady, you don't look so young, and anyway Leo was just trying to be nice.

Then... then nothing, Leo got off the bus mentally insulting the not-old lady, and...

Oh... right!

Mental insults probably brought him bad karma, because after looking left and right before crossing... okay, after not looking left and right before crossing, because he was distracted, and had just noticed his best friend across the street... well, he crossed the street without checking a thing, and had been hit by a truck.

...probably.

Actually, Leonardo wasn't really sure.

He remembered the shock of seeing the truck come in front of him, jelly knees, and the honking of the horn. Maybe even someone's scream.

Then he felt the earth fail under his feet, literally.

And he had fallen on a green lawn, among the trees and leaves.

And without even having the time to understand exactly what the heck had happened, he ended up in a trap while looking around trying to understand where he was.