I do not always like to be a stay-at-home Ducky. Sometimes, I like to leave the Fabulous Duck Pond Estate and go to my pal's house, because she has very interesting snacks at her house. Of course, I do not have a car, and so I must ride the bus when I go to my pal's house. On July 5th, I decided to do just that. I got on the bus and it took me to the street where my pal lives. There was a pretty traffic light on the corner, and I needed to cross the street to go to my pal's house. Being a careful Ducky, I looked carefully at the traffic light, which was a very attractive red color. Knowing that the red light means "Ducky can go across the street," I began to walk across the street, right in the crosswalk. The bus was waiting for the red light to turn green, because the green light means "The bus can go now." I waved cheerfully at my bus driver, and continued crossing the street. Suddenly, while I was crossing the street, the woman in the gold car behind the bus decided she did not want to wait for the green light anymore, so she came around the bus, which was still waiting for the green light. Of course, since I was already crossing the street, this was not a good thing. The bus driver beeped her horn at me, but it was too late. The gold car was already there. Now, anyone who understands the laws of physics will tell you that two objects cannot physically occupy the same physical space at the same exact moment, or there will be a collision. And there was! The gold car knocked poor Ducky down right in the street, and caused her to be laying flat on the ground about three feet from where she was crossing the street! (See picture above) I was, fortunately, not knocked unconscious or even killed, but I could have been, which makes it all the more frightening. I was wearing my really fluffy ponytail holder that day, which they tell me kept me from getting a concussion or knocking my poor brains out of my head when they hit that hard, cold concrete. The flying through the air part was scary, too, because I was flying backwards, which is very confusing and disorienting. When I landed, the wind was knocked out of me for a minute. Fortunately, there is a lot of wind around, and more of it came back into me soon after. I turned my head and looked to see where I was, just in time to see that the gold car had decided to continue going down the street. My bus driver, who is a very nice person, came running out of the bus to help poor Ducky. The mailman, who was delivering mail across the street, also came to help. I don't remember much about what people were saying to me, because I was busy trying to find out if I was still alive. I figured out soon that I must be still alive, on account of that I didn't see any bright lights and couldn't hear angels singing or anything like that. I did hear someone beep their horn, because the bus was still stopped at the traffic light, and it was green and they wanted to go.

I sat up and looked to see if I was hurt very badly, and the bus driver said she thought I should lay back down. Now, this made me nervous, because I was already hit by one car, and I didn't want the other cars to run over me after that. I said maybe I should get out of the street, and the bus driver helped me try to get up. My foot hurt really bad, and I couldn't walk on it very well, so the bus driver and the mailman helped me hop over to the bus where I could sit down. I started to laugh. Now, being hit by a car isn't terribly funny, and my foot was hurting really bad, so I don't know why I was laughing. It wasn't like laughing because I was alive and had defied death. It was more like laughing because I was thinking "Oh, great. I got hit by a car. No one is gonna BELIEVE this!" The bus driver tried to call for an ambulance on her bus radio, but the radio was experiencing technical difficulties. A very nice lady let us use her cellular phone to call the police and the ambulance. It turns out that while Ducky was laying on the ground, the gold car had nearly run into her car, too. While these nice people called the ambulance and the police, I decided I should look at my foot and see why it was hurting so much. I took off my shoe and sock, which hurt even more, and looked at the foot. It was all purple and bleeding and kind of funky-looking. There was also a tire mark on my sock and my shoe, which made me angry, because those were nice shoes and socks, and now they had an ugly tire mark on them! I didn't like the way my foot looked, and I put the sock and shoe back on so that I wouldn't have to look at it anymore. A nice lady that was also riding the bus gave me some tissues, and that's when I saw that my left arm was all cut and bleeding, too. It had a cut that was shaped like the gold car's rear view mirror. When I put the tissues on, I noticed that my right hand was bleeding, too. The little finger was all cut and scraped, probably from when I fell on the cold, hard concrete. I was still laughing, and seeing my injuries made me laugh more, for some reason. The lady with the cellular phone let me call my friend and explain to her that I would probably be late, because I had just been run down by a car. My pal was understandably suprised by this turn of events, as I don't usually get run over by cars when I go to her house. I got off the bus because I wanted to smoke a cigarette, which is a really bad habit, and you're not allowed to do it on the bus. My foot wasn't working very well, so I kind of hopped down the steps and hopped over to the grassy curb. I lit my cigarette, then looked around for a second, and fell down right on my butt. The police and the ambulance came right about then, and I was still laughing. I think I was crying, too, because I was scared, and I am pretty sure that I used some bad words to describe the woman in the gold car to the police.

The police were very nice, and asked everybody about the gold car while the EMT's from the ambulance examined me and put me on a little ambulance bed. They took off my shoe and sock again, so I had to look at the foot, which was even more funky-looking. One of the police officers asked me if I had seen the driver of the car or seen her license plate. I told him I saw her for a second, only I didn't see her license plate, because I was very busy flying through the air backwards. By the time I looked, she was already too far away for me to see the license plate. The nice bus driver said that she had written down part of the license plate number, but she could only see part of it. The EMT's asked me if I knew my name, so I told them. They asked me what year it was, and I told them, even though I was suprised that they didn't already know this. They also did a test where they make sure you can still count. They hold up their fingers and ask you how many. This is important, because if you do not know how to count, you will never be able to pay the bill because you won't know how much money to give them. After the police finished asking questions and the EMT's made sure I still knew how to count, they picked me right up on my little ambulance bed and put me in the back of the ambulance. The ambulance ride and going to the hospital would be yet another adventure. Just getting hit by the car was enough of an adventure for now!