"Ouch! That really hurts, and the billionth time (or what felt like billionth); this is driving me mad as a bull!" Louis howled in anger and rage as pain enveloped him for the umpteenth time. He had snapped his neck back whilst jumping on the trampoline, and he swore, it really hurts.
"Louis, what have you done this time? It sounded like you are having a fight with a cat!" Louis' mother asked confusingly. When she observed Louis rolling around on the trampoline in agony, it really did look like he was having a fight with a cat, or worse, a mouse? Unfortunately, when she came over to look at what had happened, she realised that his neck had snapped back and was lolling back and forth over the stringy fibre like a shred of paper. It did not look good.

2 days later...

"Mum! My neck hurts! When I woke up I just couldn't move it, and when I do, it feels like a knife being pulled into my throat-not literally though. Dad, I can't move either, canyou help me out of bed, please? Come on!" Louis suddenly felt out of bed in the morning and screamed in pain.
"Louis, are you all right?" asked Louis' mum. She was thundering down the stairs, with his Dad behind her, and they looked shocked.
"Obviously not! I am in absolute... I don't know how to explain it, since it is so bad. Please help me up to your room, please. No not that way. OW! That hurt you know. Be careful, Dad. It is delicate, even though you cannot see it," Louis explained knowingly.
They lifted him slowly off the blue carpet, and carried him up the stairs to their room.
"Is that OK?" asked Louis' dad dubiously.
"It is all right, Dad, but it still really hurts. I don't think I can go to school today," replied Louis. It was going to be a long, boring day...