I heard them before I saw them. The wind was blowing and the ground was being bombarded with acorns. When they hit the ground they sounded like gunshots. ‘I bet that hurts if they hit you,’ I thought. It did. It felt like someone had thrown a rock at me. Thanks a lot, nature.
Yeah, yeah, they look so small and how bad could it be. Fine. You go stand under that tree in the next storm.