The level ground negotiated in meandering, staggering fashion, one obstacle separated him from his goal. Swaying on unsteady legs, he eyed the perilous descent. Finally, hands and knees met pebbled surface.
"JIMMY!" There was a mad dash to the precipice.
From his mother's lap, Jimmy stared at the baby gates that now guarded the stairs.
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