Sorry, I Ran Over Your Foot

Dear best friend, my absolute goat,

Sorry about your foot.

I love and appreciate you so much and I hope this letter explains the situation a bit better than I could manage face-to-face. I hope that one day (soon) you'll forgive me.

First though--I'm sure if you ask nicely, they would be able to sort you out a new one. I honestly assumed it would be fixable, especially considering it was only gently squashed. And bright side --> the nails didn't break! So I'm trusting you'll still be able to file and paint them before class tomorrow.

I accept that it is an inconvenience though, so I do genuinely mean it when I say sorry.

Honestly, I didn't see it; I wasn't expecting it to be on the track. Besides, I don't tend to look down while I'm running anyway. Although, I know, I know, I should have been looking forward.

In all truth, you really shouldn't have put it there!

It could be considered almost where I told you that it could be. So, I suppose, I'm also sorry that I suggested it could be as close to the track as I did.

Kidding, of course. I know it wasn't your fault it was on the track at the time. Long story (kinda)... turns out that that's on me, too.

Max was saying something stupid as normal, but whatever it was this time really got under my skin, and his acorn fell out his pocket when I shoved him backwards to get a head start in the race.

He's been claiming this acorn is lucky all month. Apparently, it being whole with the cap stuck tight on and being on his person was what helped him in finally passing his driver's test and getting into his choice university. Well, when it flew out his pocket today, the cap popped right off, and I have since been strictly told that I let the luck out and, no, gluing the cap back on does not fix it.

Jiya said he immediately started searching for another one, round the base of that old oak just off from the start line, cursing all the while that none of them 'felt lucky'. Anyway, he thought he saw one with potential but it was still attached to the tree, and I'd not come back round by this point (I was running my second lap; I still needed the training) so Jiya gave him a boost onto the first branch. He flumped his landing on the branch because she got him higher than he expected. Not sure what damage he did, but he hit the floor pretty hard.

By this point, Ren was on their way over with their personal cheerleader, Piotr, and they saw the fall. Ren sent Piotr over to the first aid box--which you probably shouldn't have been sat right next to--but his shoelaces came undone on his way over to you.

Again, that's on me... I may have suggested a new way of tying laces that perhaps isn't as easy as it is impressive.

He tripped up, which is why his bottle flew at your face.

I am very glad you let go of your foot to catch it! A broken foot is better than a broken nose.

Obviously, by then I was finishing my second lap and passing you again, and I turned to look at Piotr, as if watching the trip would stop it happening or right him somehow.

I am sorry that I let Max get to me.

I am sorry that I didn't help him replace the acorn.

I am sorry that I gave Piotr false lace-tying advice.

I am sorry that I didn't look where I was going.

I am sorry that I ran over your foot.

I am sorry that I completely underestimated the cost and worth of a high-end pedicure and nail art training foot model.

Please forgive me,

Your bestie, definitely not the goat.