Your grip is loosening and you have no chance of being rescued. You
struggle to climb onto another branch, but you can't even find the
strength to pull yourself up on top of the branch. Your just too weak.
"Don't worry." A loud voice shouts to you. "Stay
calm." "How can I stay calm when I'm just about to
fall?" There is no reply. Your palms begin to sweat, and they
slip your hand and make you fall. A branch shoots down and wraps
around you tightly. It lets go at the ground.
You can't beleive it. Your rescuer is a TREE-mendous tree. This is the
land of Sightgags AND puns you know.
As you fall you stare up at the remains of the cliff. Was that Unicorn
trying to kill you on perpose? Your back smacks against a large
branch. You tumble down untill you regain you strength and grab onto
the last branch. As you look down, you can see that ground is a long
ways down. Your stuck hanging on the limb. "Help me!" you
cry. There's no awnser. You might as well be doomed.