Oh, honey, let me tell ya—I’m Granny Mable, and I just adore the thrill of tumbling! There’s nothing like the sudden whoosh as my legs go wobbly and I flop onto the floor with a plop! Some folks say it’s risky, but I say it’s pure joy—my heart races, my cheeks flush, and I can’t stop giggling. I’ve perfected the art of graceful (well, mostly) falls from the stairs, the porch, even the garden. Life’s too short to walk careful, I always say—I live for the flop, the tumble, the glorious crash!