Chris was midair, descending down fast through the air, headed towards the right side of the flat top, on the wooden pole below.
Quax stood at the center of the flat top, looking upwards towards Chris, as he fell fast through the air.
Chris was still paranoid, his heart was beating fast inside his chest, and he thought he really wasn't going to make it.
In his desperation, Chris started inter switching his legs back and forth in the air, just like he had seen Quax doing when he had jumped.
Surprisingly, the trick worked, and Chris suddenly propelled himself forward through the air, as he fell, suddenly crashing down onto the flat top of the pole.
He now fell onto the ground, and instantly stuck the landing, a few paces away from where Quax stood.
"Damn. I almost missed it," Chri
