Shaun Johnston

Once there was an Aerobie that liked to soar high into the stratosphere or glide for hundreds of feet at eye level, crashing brutally into the back of unsuspecting heads.

Alas, one day this Aerobie flew too high, crashed too hard, and snapped.  He is now known as Old Snappy.  His rubber still holds him together, but he is quite worn and cranky. Yesterday after a seemingly innocuous throw, he exerted his fury upon my face, opening my cheek (’tis but a scratch). Now there are quiet voices of dissent, whispering that Old Snappy should be put out to pasture. Mine, regrettably, is one of those voices.