wtssts/src/mute/copy/shelter/07.twee

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