"Bob, no!" Mason shouted.
The drone was plummeting down to earth, where it would probably break. Now, you probably don't know what is happening right now. Sure, you see Mason and I running around, trying to catch an out-of control drone, but you don't know how this happened. Let me explain.
The day started off nice. I had invited Mason over to my house. We did the stuff we usually do; play Minecraft and play with Legos. We decided to do something else. So we went over to Mason's house.
Mason got a new drone for christmas, and we decided to play with it. We took it to his front yard and started to use it. Mason told me how to use the drone, and after a brief test drive (he was the one flying the drone), I had a turn.
The drone flew high into the air, and I spun it around. I felt like I could fly it all day. Then I loosened up on the throttle and made the drone fly higher, and higher, and higher, until it flew out of control, and started to plummet to the ground.
So, now you know how this fiasco all happened. Would you would like to know what happened after the introduction? I'll take that as a yes.
Anyway, the drone was falling so fast, we couldn't catch it in time. The drone hit the ground with a sickening crash, and landed under Mason's neighbor's rose bush. We argued a bit about who would have to go into the rose bush to get the drone. Mason said that because I was the one who crashed the drone, I would need to go into the rose bush to get it back. After another brief argument, I decided to go retrieve the drone from the bush. I got 5 prickles from the thorns, but it was worth it to get the drone back. When we retrieved the drone, we found that in its crash, a wing had been broken off.
