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As you walk through the door you fail to notice the well that is in the middle of the room and fall down it.

Sploosh!

“As I said,” said Sid, “s/he obviously didn’t read The Crying Pennant.”

“What!” whatted Arthur, “if s/he did, but just wanted to see her/himself fall down the well, you know, on the second or third read through?”

“Ayll gi ye that,” burbled Sid, “but s/he must be a bit desperate to want to read this thing two or three times.”

“Can you please help me,” you called up to them both.

Sid and Arthur looked into the well.

“Well, well, well,” welled Arthur.

“Hang on,” muttered Sid, “we didn’t compliment the Author so that we would get a fully armoured war horse, with a rope on, so that we could use it and it to pull the reader up.”

“Oh Author, Author, Author of Arthur lend me your ears so that I may thpeak of your glorious balminess.”

A shining sword, an A to Z guide to London, provisions for a full week and a fully armoured war horse fell from the ceiling.

“That was rubbish super glue,” commented Arthur.

Sid got the rope off the horse’s back, tied it to its saddle then sent the rope down.

Do you grab hold of the rope and let them pull you up? (Go to page 3)

Climb up to the gaping hole in the well wall? (Go to page 8)

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