Scratch comes out into the back garden and looks at the fence. He had always been quite an athletic person in his life, and although he had never attempted free running quite seriously, he had trained for it and done a little here and there. Deciding to just go for it, he suddenly runs towards the fence. As he reaches it, he puts one foot as high as he can and kicks off, sailing backwards and sending his feet high above his head. A few seconds later, he is landing in the centre of the lawn in the back garden, having perfectly executed the backflip off the fence. Standing up, he raises both hands in the air. "OH SHIT! Oh my god," he yells, looking back at the house, hoping someone saw him execute the perfect flip. But alas, no one had. Deciding he had still won, regardless, at free running, he shrugs and walks back to the house triumphantly.