[Yogi doesn't notice the ball at first, only looking up when he hears a yell and sees the ball approaching his head rapidly. He drops his knitting the same moment he cries out, raising his arms to shield himself. He's vaguely aware of Nyanperowna jumping off his lap, but that's the last of his worries, as he prepares for his head to become a pancake. It doesn't.
Instead the ball stops scant inches from his face.
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Instead the ball stops scant inches from his face.
Yogi still feels a little faint.]
Uh... aah... Ye... Yeah... Good reflexes...