In this enchanting garden, nestled between a pond and a small lake, we notice a bridge that looks anything but stable. It clearly needs a replacementsomeone capable of supporting something far more demanding than simple footsteps and we have the perfect candidate.My three friends and I, all in our swimsuits under a glorious sun, watch our potential human bridge with curiosity and amused expectation. Before granting him any role, he must prove himself: he has to endure not only our steps, but our attention, our play, our weight.He looks at us hopefully, yet from the very first moments its obvious hes not up to our standards. Every shift of our bodies destabilizes him, every movement makes him falter. To serve as our bridge, much more would be required.And thats where the real fun begins. If he cant be useful, then hell face the consequences of his failure. And we, smiling beneath the summer sun, are more than ready to give him the treatment he deserves.
