Legging it

What a wimp! He didn't even dare to shoo me out. He called upon his next door neighbour.

"You're OK with animals, Diana, can you sort this suspicious little feller out please?"

Without more ado, this Diana creature leaned into the tiny car, scooped me up and put me on the tarmac with a "shoo!"

"How the fuck do you think I'm going to shoo with a broken leg?" I thought.

The reality was that I did my very best. Hop, skip and jump, without the skip and jump; that was how it was! I 'legged it'... broken or not!