Chad grabbed on to what ever he could as he tumbled. When he stopped moving he realized that he was onto Austin’s lower lip near the left corner of his mouth. He tried to hold on as his cousin began to chew but it was like trying to hold onto a bucking bronco. He fell away from Austin’s lip, slid down the length of his chin and fell onto his chest before sliding down into the breast pocket of his T-Shirt.

Looking up through the pocket at the distance he had slid, Chad concluded it was a feat Jackie Chan would’ve been proud off. He looked around the inside of the pocket. Other than himself the only other things in there was a toy man that was rough fully his size and a few clumps of lint. Not knowing what else to do he sat down and stared up at his cousin eating handfuls of cereal. All things considering he was glad he hadn’t ended up as part of Austin’s snacks. He looked over at the toy man.
From what he could see it was a Star Wars figure, probably one of those figures that fit in a Mini spaceship. He couldn’t tell if it was Luke of Solo and it had very little articulation. Course what would you expect for something that was an inch tall?

Austin suddenly getting up caught him off guard and he fell onto the toy man. His cousin was on the move, from the direction he seemed to be going it looked like he was heading upstairs to his bedroom. Like any child his age Austin liked to play with toys and his favourite was his Star Wars X-Wing Fighter that Chad had given him for his birthday. Reaching into his pocket he took out his Star Wars micro action figure and carried it over to where the X-Wing sat on his shelf. If he had been paying a bit more attention he would’ve noticed there was something different about the figure.