The road is quiet, and about nine paces wide.
Pretty exactly nine paces, when walking with my legs.
So no worries there.
I suppose though, for a centipede, crossing this road would be
quite an escapade. If a car came around when the centipede
was halfway across, it wouldn´t have time neither to crawl
back into safety, nor to make it to the other side.
And the driver wouldn´t see it.
And if he somehow did, I think most wouldn´t bother hitting
the brakes, even if they had a chance of avoiding running it
over.
Not for a centipede. Centipedes don´t rank very high in the
great scheme of things.

If I were a centipede, I´d stay clear of the roads. And the
cities, altogether.
Although, I suppose, being a centipede comes with advantages
as well, however small.
As a centipede I could stay for hours in the girls´ dressing
room without them knowing it. Without a lot of yells and
slaps.
I doubt I´d do that though.
If I were a centipede, and supposing I had my human
emotions and not only felt attracted to female centipedes, I
would be in the room belonging to the girl I was in love with,
watching her.
As long as she didn´t have a human boyfriend anyway.
Might hurt to watch then.
It could be dangerous though. If she found a centipede in her
room, chances are she would crush me beneath her shoe... or
whack me with a rolled-up newspaper.

Nah... the girl I loved wouldn´t do that. She wouldn´t crush
the bugs in her room but take them outside.
Yeah.
She´d carry them to her garden.
And she´d kiss those frogs, to see if they turned into princes.

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