Dorothy managed to reach the door. She carefully opened the door so as not to shake the carriage. Outside the door, There was a thick tree branch about half the width of Wooden Sidewalks in Brookline. Dorothy took off her shoes to avoid slipping on the branche. Then she turned around and landed backwards on a branch.
Dorothy strode across the branche with her arms outstretched like a tightrope walker. She didn't look at the ground far below, lest she trip in fear.
When Dorothy finished crossing the branche, she clung to the trunk. It was sturdy and dependable, like her father.
Dorothy took a deep breath and turned around. It was dark, with the sun blocked out. A huge bird's nest had grown over her head. It consisted of uprooted trees, factory chimneys and bridge girders and others. The coach was in the lower part of the nest. Even so, it was about five or six stories high from the ground.
A lot of wood was inserted like a framework in the gap under the passenger car. The carriage was barely stable.
Dorothy understood the situation. Then she thought of an escape route.
Dorothy looked down under the tree where she was. There were no branches below it. It was impossible for them to cling to the trunk and descend to the ground.
She looked at an adjacent tree. About 60 feet below the trunk was entwined with thick vines that extended to the ground. If they can reach that vine, they will be able to get down to the ground. The problem was how to get down there. How about jumping off? Mr. Miller and Mr. Gillespie might be able to do it, but it was impossible for others.
Dorothy looked for something. A thick branch protruded under the carriage, and a wooden pumping windmill was caught in it. About 60 feet tall. She thought it might work.
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The Argo Goes West
Science FictionIn 1900, creatures from Greek myth began to invade America, where the frontier line had disappeared. Theodore Roosevelt builds the Argo, a battle train and heads to the west where monsters await!
