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Superstitions

Cleeve knows no fear, absolutely nothing fazes him, he laughs at
dangers others tremble about and taunts fate by deliberately

walking under ladders



putting shoes on the table



opening umbrellas in the house



turning horseshoes upside down



singing at his table then falling asleep



throwing his hat on the bed




stepping on cracks in the pavement



running up stairs passing people




His close friend Jimbo, who generally follows and takes
the photographs of these fearless deeds is however
inexplicably and continually less fortunate.

Jimbo knows no luck at all, and is often bemoaning his fate,
why only this week he was

flattened by a heavy falling object



kicked by a pair of doc martens



submerged in a tank of water



kicked by a mule



fell out of bed, on the wrong side



had a table fall on him



had paving slabs fall on him



fell down the stairs at home.



he was also
attacked by identical twin crows


you feel lucky punk


pursued by a black cat


and stalked by vultures.




He does not have Cleeves luck you see.

Jimbo could throw himself at the floor,
and miss.