Bum goes my dynamite

Met a man today in Israel. He told me about his family. Then he took off his tattered jacket and tried to race me. I was easily ahead when the man fell, apparently in an effort to avoid a stray chicken which had wandered into our path from a nearby house. I approached my felled opponent with caution; sensing his tears were just a ploy to get me off my guard so he could unfairly run ahead of me and win. My fears were calmed quickly, however, as his tears turned into howls of pain and I saw his tiny, fractured fibula bone piercing through the skin on his leg. What a fool I was to suspect this gentleman of cheating. Almost as foolish as he thinking he would become the world's fastest nudist. The world is mine.