The second is the probability of a mismaneuver in the face of an impending accident.

This coat continued to button, up the front, with nine buttons, various now in shape, and colour, but without exception of such exceptional size as to remain, once buttoned, buttoned. Aloft in the flowerhole brooded the remains of a factitious murrey chrysanthemum.

[…] he dried his neck and face, which he had been sluicing with cold water.

Dorothy stood up and found she was in her stocking-feet. For the Silver Shoes had fallen off in her flight through the air, and were lost forever in the desert.