犀の背中 (A Stroll with a Rhino)

“If I fall...well, basically it'll hurt.”

I imagined the sharp pain I'd feel if I were to slip off of the rhino's back and slam into the ground.

“Just because you let go doesn't necessarily mean you're going to fall.”

“Well, you might be right about that, but...”

The horn of the lumbering rhino vaguely appeared to be hanging in the air above the nighttime path, as if soaking up the moonlight.

“Well then, what if it was put like this? No matter how desperately you hang on, you'll fall when you fall.”