Casually doing a headstand in the burma trail

I crept through the bush, holding on tightly to the rope. My eyes were like slits, as I narrowed them, trying to see through the darkness of the night. I kept glancing around anxiously, checking for any unknown silhouettes, that may had try to frighten me. I carefully planted one foot after the other, as there were many roots blocking my track. "Ahh!" I cried, as I tripped over a root, plummeting onto my head. As I landed, my back ended up against the side of a tree, so I was practically doing a headstand. I started laughing, so much that my eyes watered. I felt a hand slide across my ankle. "What's that?" Asked Jade, who was trying to sound confident, but was failing, as I could hear the slight unstableness in her voice. "My foot," I replied, still laughing.
"LOL!" She exclaimed. I had never laughed so much in a Burma trail.