The Power of Slow

As Bobby gazed back at the rock he had just catastrophically tripped over, mostly hidden in the field's tall grass, he pondered how he would get out of this situation. He was mid-air, ever so slowly floating directly towards a large pile of cow's poop. A cow, possibly the owner of the poop in question, crossed underneath him, apparently trying to decide what was the best patch of grass for its next bite. Bobby stared as the cow seemed about to finally take a bite out of a nice patch of grass, then suddenly changed its mind and kept looking. "This is so boring!" said Bobby as he rolled his eyes. Finally concluding that cow was definitely not going to get in the way of him landing into that poop and that his ordeal was inevitable, he let out an exasperated mumble "Might as well be over with it." He deactivated his slowness power, watching helplessly as the large pile of poop suddenly started to rush toward his face, then closed his eyes and braced himself for impact.