So one day, Michael was sitting at one of those desks designed for four people in the Law Library. No one else even thought about sitting there with him this time though because there was no room. They weren't sure if Michael was a contemporary artist trying to make a model the Wasatch Front or a Gothic Cathedral using books. Some were leaning towards the mountain range because of he striking similarity. Others were sure of the Gothic Cathedral because of the flying buttresses extending down to the chairs. Regardless, behind a pile of books, Michael was studying. Surprise, surprise, huh? Between his temple trips, he's been hitting the books all day every day, but it was getting worse and worse as the week went on.
While reading, he needed to pull out another book to check some chart to compare. He may have spotted something important and wanted to cross-reference with another book. He saw the book he needed about 8 feet over his head, precariously balanced on top of Squaw Peak (or was it the Basilica of St Remi?). Great. So, he stood up and started the hike to get the book (he brought his hiking boot for this very purpose). He would have called Riley to come, but there was no time.
As he got near the top, he saw that the book was within reach. He extended his hand…closer…closer. Just as his fingertips touched it, the book on 1857 Minnesota Law slipped from under his feet. He fell headfirst into the pile of books. As he landed, books were thrown about flying in all directions! BOOM!
When the librarians came to see what the matter was, they saw a pile of books in a wreck, strewn about over 4 tables. Other students complained, saying some kid wanted to go swimming. They cleared up the pile of books over the course of the next few days. Funny thing though, is that Michael was never found among them.
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