Winston suddenly felt the world bur by him. In his disorientation he didn't have a cue of what happened. He would have stared at the world in his new perspective, perhaps gained new perspective on life and nature, but that was beaten out of him once the stick he used to poke the lizard came tumbling down. He was slapped to the ground and held in place by the relatively heavy stick. He began to panic and pant as he vainly flailed his arms and legs, screaming.