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He's back shortly, indeed carrying a thick rope.
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"Just in case I'm missing something here, these don't come off easy, do they?"
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\ -- I shake my head -- "yeah, thought so."
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Another minute of silence, then a determined look: "let's do this."
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"Here's my idea: use your legs to go down, I'm going to hold you with the rope
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\ in case you slip, but please try not to. Now, I need to tie this around your chest."
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I don't like this plan. There's a tree right beside us, I point to it with my head.
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"Okay, a tree?"
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I draw a coiling rope best I can with my hoof.
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"But the ladder is the other way around."
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I turn my back at him and try to jingle a huge D-ring in my collar. Somewhat successfully.
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"Tie a rope to your collar? And then?"
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I point to the hole in the ground and try to act out myself hanging from a rope.
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"Lower you down with a rope tied to your collar?"
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I nod enthusiastically.
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"Girl, you're crazy."
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I roll my eyes at him and pound my hoof. You know, me and this harness -- we are friends. We've seen things.
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"I hope you know what you're talking about." -- oh look, we have a comedian over here.
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And so [[the descent begins.|next]]
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(end of page)
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