How would you run if your body was tall and cylindrical, and you had a giant nose better suited to a pole vaulter’s pole, and your hands usually touched the ground, and you had huge heavy shoes?
That description fits Mr. Milk Bottle to a tee. In spite of his limitations, he has worked out a method of running, though to me, it seems more like rocking back and forth.
Mister (first name) Milk (middle name) Bottle (last name) runs by shifting his weight from his planted foot to his sky-pointing foot. He has to be careful not to stick his nose in the ground and digging his fingers into the turf. In spite of the difficulty doing these maneuvers, he does make progress.
Then, there’s the complication of being glass…