‘This is the only thing I can find long enough, Bob!’ Shane called over the edge of the cliff.
Bob looked up, his grip slipping on the root he was clinging on to and saw Shame lowing down a saw, wooden handle first.
Bob had no choice but to reach for it.
(Inspired by; https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/06/07/tale-weaver-174-making-sense-of-nonsense/ with thanks).
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