Pull on the skirt as hard as you can

A breeze blew through and flapped her skirt tauntingly. It would surely not be long before someone walked by.

Anna had no choice. She had to get her skirt back. She braced her feet against the chair’s legs, summoned all her strength, and gave one final hard yank. With a terrible ripping sound, the skirt tore free. Or, more accurately, it tore in half. Anna was left with a scrap in her hand just barely large enough to cover her front half, or her rear, but not both.

But that wasn’t even Anna’s biggest problem. The force of the skirt tearing free sent Anna flying backwards, crashing into a bookshelf and sending books cascading down on top of her.