Friday, September 10, 2010

A Gripping Tale

Sluggish would not be the best word to describe him. Considering the heights he was about to ascend, his careful approach meant the difference between a successful climb and a disastrous one. A less experienced traveler might be stunned at the dizzying view, but he was sure of his grip. Sheer cliff faces are a daunting task for anyone, and the hard, red stone posed a challenge beyond average ability. There were no footholds, but it was a matter of little consequence to him. Hours passed, perhaps days, but finally the intrepid slug reached the top of the brick wall.

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