Jimmy Orange from the last house on the corner went whizzing by on a skateboard and just narrowly missed Fred as he'd backstepped into the street to open his mailbox. Jimmy leaned this way and that in an attempt to regain his balance but went whoopsie-doodles and landed on his ass by the curb.

Fred turned around, pushed the mail back inside, closed the door and rush-shuffled over to check Jimmy who was wailing and cursing.

"You okay, kid?" Fred asked.

"No, you old fart," replied Jimmy. "I think you've broken my arm!"