Dave didn’t notice the suspension bridge until it crunched under his foot. He shouted and cursed, hopping up and down on one slippered foot. One of the pillars had lodged in the ball of his left foot.
“What the hell?” Dan slumped back onto the stairs and clutched at his lower leg.
An ant with a clipboard and a hardhat clambered up the banister beside him. “You’re in violation of code,” she informed him.
“What? What code?”
“This whole area has been zoned commercial, not residential,” said the ant. “I’m going to have to report this. You’ll probably be fined.”
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