The hirsute beast sits in a High Tree Top, planning the grandest entrance of all. Using triangulation and strictly obeying the axioms of Euclid, he has calculated his altitude exactly. He knows it to be exactly two hundred thirty feet. He has paid out a certain amount of bungee cord. It's length, when fully distended is exactly two hundred thirty feet.

The intrepid marsupial ties one end of the bungee to the tree and the other to his hindmost paws. Secure in the true believer's faith in mathematics, the squat fuzzy one executes a graceful dive from the High Tree Top. Carefully extracting himself from an impact crater exactly the size and shape of an inverted wombat, he consults his notes. Faced with new evidence, our fuzzy friend finally realizes that he has failed to take into account his own diminutive height. He turns to us and speaks. "Ow. My calculations were off by a very few feet. But they seem to have been the most important ones." Next