Without meaning to, Lenard broke all of the mirrors in the large, strangely orange space. “Crud,” Lenard mumbled, “Now I have bad luck!” Right after he said that, approximately seven feet away, a golden horseshoe appeared.
“Ah, that outta clear my bad luck!” Lenard exclaimed. He attempted to reach for it, but couldn’t. He walked forward five feet, reached for it, and then failed, for when he moved, it did too.
“Oh, it’s on,” exclaimed Lenard.
Lenard scurried as fast as he could, failing to grab it every time he reached. Then, before his eyes, he saw hundreds, thous