In the continuation of the topic of childhood without computers, I will write here a story told me by a comrade. Many in the '90s had a parachute toys with a cellophane parachute, but my friend's brother was tired of falling down a soulless plastic soldier with a parachute, and he didn't think of anything smarter than mastering a parachute for a domestic rat. Before launch, the dome was repeatedly tested with a mass-size layout, and showed excellent characteristics, in connection with which it was decided to conduct natural tests.



The idea was the following, my comrade stands down and catches the testwoman so that she doesn’t run away after landing, and his brother drops her off from the balcony on the 8th floor. The plan was simple and brilliant, but something went wrong.



Whether the rat had a sailing capacity greater than the layout, or the side wind was too strong, or maybe the rat learned to control the dome and pulled over the roofs, flying a couple of floors, she sharply changed course, and rolled over the corner of the house. It landed on the shelf of the store, in connection with which it was decided to carry out an evacuation and rescue operation.



As I went up to the second floor, my friend took courage and called the apartment, the windows of which were on the roof of the store. With anxiety and fear, he told the neighbor who opened the door that a rat had fallen from his balcony, and now she is on the cradle. The neighbor asked if the animal was alive and if it was not biting, and having received the answer that it was not biting and went to look for it alive. To her surprise there was no limit, when she returned, she asked: "Is she always jumping from the balcony with your parachute? »



The rat was not injured, and after the jump to the parachute tests was not attracted.