[Poggio]

The fall was unexpected, and landing on the soft squishy body he made no move to get up. His legs felt like they were were being stung by many tiny needles and his food wanted to come back up from the cold run in the rain. His head rested against Skittles quickly palpating chest that nearly matched his own. He pulled the parcel from under his shirt and delivered it to the body beneath him. "Your... bag." He wheezed trying to draw in a deep breath.