John and his friends ran frantically through the woods carrying the lion statue, looking back every few seconds to make sure no one was following them. When they arrived at their usual biking path, they dropped the statue down. Before they could even catch their breath, a few of his friends already started running over to where they previously parked their bikes. John watched his friends drag the lion statue in front of the launching ramp.
“Don’t mess it up!” He yelled at his friends, worried that their ramp would get destroyed by the statue. This dirt ramp they made was the product of many days waking up early, sneaking out the house with shovels, digging, and aimlessly stacking dirt for hours.
“You go first!” They all yelled at each other.
While his friends were arguing over who was going to jump over the lion, John observed the art piece. It was an old wooden statue, made to portray the local high school’s lion mascot, that was built into a water fountain. There were pipes sticking out of the back and layers of gum attached to the nozzle. Faded yellow paint had been chipping off the fountain for years, but no one put in the effort to repaint it or refinish it. The lion’s mouth was stretched open with a nozzle mounted to its tongue to drink water from. It was more of a decoration then an actual water fountain. Nobody wanted to actually drink from the dirty fountain, and nobody probably cared that it was stolen, but it was a piece of art in John’s eyes.
The arguing came to a halt when one of John’s best friends, Kevin, was flying down the path on his bike straight toward the ramp, yelling at his friends to get out of his way. Kevin was known for being the daring one, not often thinking before making crazy decisions. That’s why all his friends loved being around him. Well aware of the possible outcome of this, John backed away from the statue and anxiously watched his friend approach the ramp.
The whole gang stared in amazement as Kevin flew through the air, until his bicycle wheel smashed into the mouth of the lion statue. He flew over his handlebars and landed in the dirt, creating a loud thump. Within seconds, John and all his friends, including Kevin, were on the ground laughing hysterically. They all left the woods, and John helped Kevin walk out on his blood-covered leg, both of them laughing the whole way home.