I decide that it's best to drop onto the table. The fall shouldn't be that bad. I steel myself before stepping off of the sill. My breath whooshes away, and it's only seconds before I hit the table. The fall stuns me as I struggle for air. My skin stings everywhere that his the hard table. Still, I'm alive. It also closer to the case filled with sugary goodness.

The table is simple, with only three large chairs. There's even a napkin holder sitting in the middle. It's taller then I am! The thought of those monsters sitting peacefully and horffing down a giant biscuit makes me shutter. I'm not even a snack to them.

I only really have two options here with the floor so far away. I might be able to jump and push a chair over, flinging me onto the case. It'd Burt my already bruised body, but it would be fast. The napkins could also be used to make some sort of improvised glider. Two or three should easily support my weight.

^Knock over a chair^ ^Glide with the napkins^
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Making a glider out of the napkins will work, and be lots of fun! I pull out a few from the holder, taring one up and using it as string. The harness fits around my shoulders and legs. Two other tissues are attached together to make a seat of wings. I wish that I could take it with me after this, but it'll get ruined too quickly for the hassle.

The second leap of faith is a lot less painful then the first. The wings bring me to a peaceful stop right on top of the display case. From their, it's not hard to slip into it from the open back. I use the wings again to glide to the bottom level where it will be easier to get out. I discard the wings after and turn my attention to the field of sugar.

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