“I don’t want to say I told you so,” Your friend Horangi side, pulling another cactus needle out of your pants leg and skin, “but I told you so.”

He was referring to the fact you bet him some coins you could jump the group of cacti. He said it was a bad idea. You said you could clear it.

It was a bad idea. You didn’t clear it.

He chuckled as he pulled out another, holding up your pants leg to gently work the barbed needles out of your skin.