Tails of Monkey - Hey Adventure is still waiting

[Catherine]

*camera pans to not the door area and me. Maybe focused on the monk who waves and smiles*

This always works. I mean not always but usually always. I mean who can resist what I am about to do? Nobody that is who but then again you don't know what I am going to do and the camera is pointed on the monk. Yeah don't need the camera to get any shots of me changing and hearing about it later.

"How did you get frostbitten on your [insert random area of body]?"

"How do you know about that?"

I think spies even use it to get into places that are really locked and secure. Almost ready… I am going as fast as I can. I know the story is waiting and you are getting bored with all of this set up. I am not like an alien from another planet who keeps things hidden under his real clothes. Still haven't figured out what he does with the cape… it never pops out or gets caught in anything, it is super. Not like I would ever wear one,  it would clash with everything.

I guess it is time, okay point the camera at me. Wait I need to get the box first. Okay now do it.

[Catherine]

*camera pans to not the door area and me. Maybe focused on the monk who waves and smiles*

This always works. I mean not always but usually always. I mean who can resist what I am about to do? Nobody that is who but then again you don't know what I am going to do and the camera is pointed on the monk. Yeah don't need the camera to get any shots of me changing and hearing about it later.

"How did you get frostbite on your [insert random area of body]?"

"How do you know about that?"

I think spies even use it to get into places that are really locked and secure. Almost ready.... I am going as fast as I can. I know the story is waiting and you are getting bored with all of this set up. I am not like an alien from another planet who keeps things hidden under his real clothes. Still haven't figured out what he does with the cape.... it never pops out or gets caught in anything, it is super. Not like I would ever wear one,  it would clash with everything.

I guess it is time, okay point the camera at me. Wait I need to get the box first. Okay now do it.

[Catherine]

[camera swings away to somewhere other than the invisible door.]

"Don't focus on me", I yell swinging my hand and pointing towards the monk, "Focus on anything else so what I have planned isn't soiled. Jeez."

[camera shifts to monk]

The monk sits there for a moment before realizing the camera is focused solely on him. Slowly he raises one of his hands and gives the camera a friendly but nervous wave. He floats there nervously, looking off to one side and then the other. From somewhere he hears whispering telling him to stretch it, make it longer since I wasn't ready yet. The monk floats there for a moment thinking.

"Hello friends, today I would like to discuss the sonnets of the mid to late eighteen hundreds. Their meanings, teachings and how you can better your life with them."

He takes a breath and pulls out a book from somewhere, where that somewhere is I don't want or need to know but it was pulled. Floating there the monk rested the book in his lap, flipped it open and started to read from it. The words sounded old and really old. I am not even sure some words weren't made up either, they sounded like it. They also sounded pretty and... getting sleepy. Mind isn't prepared to handle these old words. They haven't been cleansed by autotuning.

"Stop," I yell with a heavy dose of tired in it, "before the readers fall asleep and..."

[Catherine]

"Whaa???” I ask with a big spoonful of drowsy as I wake up the monk still happily speaking of sonnets. I look down at my outfit and nod, "Oh yeah. I was going to do tactic slice and deliver." Slowly I push myself up, dust everything off and pick up the box. 

"You can stop now," I yell over to the monk who pauses mid sonnet and gives me a sad look. I think I even see a monk tear forming then turn into ice when the wind hits it and fall to the snow covered ground. Just seeing that look on his face pulls at those strings that are pulled when you see things like crying monks. "I know. You wanted to share your love of sonnets with the world but we have an invisible door to open. "

The monk sniffs, "Sonnets are like flowers. They need to be shared."

Okay that is tricky!!!.. the ones I heard before falling asleep were beautiful but!!! okay need to think so the monk's heart isn't broken even more. Come on think monkey girl, think!

*snop* 

That was the sound of fingers snapping in mittens. I am not going to take my mittens off and snap my fingers in this cold. No way no how. Anyways to the idea.

I take a step towards the monk and pat him on his shoulder, "Flowers are always more appreciated when viewed a little at a time. Their beauty glows brighter then."

The monk sniffs again and thinks for a moment, then nods, "I agree. I will share sonnets a little at a time so each one can be enjoyed to its fullest."

"Good," I nod once, don't need to push it. Nodding more would be bad at the moment. It could raise questions and there is a door that needs to be opened. That and it is getting code in this masterful disguise. 

"You put your book away while I get this door that cannot be seen opened okay?"

The monk nods, "I will take great care putting my treasured book of sonnets away and I am curious on how you are going to get a door that cannot see open. Please wait a moment so I may watch."

"You got it!!!"

[Catherine]

There is a knock on an invisible door that sounds like any other knock on a visible door and a moment of silence before the camera swings to focus on the cute and adorable pizza delivery monkey girl. Shhh it is me. Brilliant disguise isn't it? No one cannot answer the knock of a pizza person. I am as good as in. Mwhahaha. Okay maybe that came out wrong.


*knock knock *

"I have a pizza delivery here for someone at this address."

Silence....

"Listen we promise it in fifteen minutes or less or it is free. It took me a couple minutes to climb that cliff face while holding the box so the pizza doesn't get all bent out of shape. Can someone please answer before it gets cold?"

Silence....

*knock knock*

"Hello pizza delivery. I got an extra large pizza here with all the toppings ordered and Bob didn't drop it when he was throwing the dough. That is a huge plus since you aren't getting any floor crumbs on it. The extra crunch isn't a huge plus so win win."

Silence....

*knock knock *

"I brought a two liter of pop too. You might call it cola here but I have it here so it is pop. What better way to chase a piece of pizza than a huge glass of lukewarm pop or cola?"

Silence.....

*knock knock*

"The boss threw in a dessert too. I think it is a brownie pizza but I cannot tell really. It could be just really burned and it might have been made a couple weeks ago too. Really can't tell. Again you have pop or cola to chase it down with."

Silence....


*knock, knock*

"I can keep this up all day I have mittens on and not really feeling the knocking. But boy this pizza smells good."

Silence....

Hmmmmm this is surprising. Maybe I am approaching this all wrong.. I know that is hard to believe but hey it happens. Need to think before the Mounties get here.

*snap* I got it....

*knock, knock*

"Pizza and I took a look. It is made with llama milk cheese and what looks to be all natural and wholesome toppings. I took the one piece of pepperoni off of it since it could be bad for achieving enlighteness. You know the calories have to go somewhere. It is looks good and whole eeee."

That had to work. Just had to just have to wait.

Mwhahahah. Okay that came out bad again. Tail is crossed and so are some toes.

[Catherine]

Nothing but silence and the invisible door is doing better at being a door than being invisible at the moment. Since it is invisible I can't tell if there is a peephole either so can't peep through that either. Options are getting slim and I am sure the Mounties are getting close to the top of the ice cliff. I am kind of surprised that they aren't really. They could have taken a break and just be hanging out. Ugh, yeah I know a bad one but hey cold, high altitude and something peeking from a boulder over there distracted me. Let me go!!!.

I walk over to the edge, still holding the pizza just in case someone answers the knock and delivery call out to check up on the Mounties.

*mountie update - they are looking at me without blinking and it is Creepy. Notice it started with a capital letter? That is how creepy the staring is!*

Okay not that far and just about to catch up!!!.

"Remember to stretch if you get tired! Don't know how you would do that but it is a safety tip. Don't want to pull a hammy and fall."

I start to turn around and stop, "I will be up here waiting."

There is a loud creak!!! it was invisible so I couldn't see it but I did hear the invisible door opening and I quickly turned to see the opener of the door.

"Or I might be behind an invisible door,"I say as I turned around to see who or what or something was behind the invisible door. Curiosity piqued plus one.

[Catherine]

I um yeah... is the only thing that comes to mind when I turn and see what I see. It has to be my mind playing with me, it has to! I mean come on look what just answered the door.

*throw hands up in the air towards door*

I mean how do you explain that. How? Logic can't, it would just shrug its shoulders and go "I don't know." I went to school and they don't teach what I am seeing at all. Did they you? I mean look...

*throw hands up in the air towards door*

How do you explain that? Oh yeah, sorry I forgot you aren't here here so you cannot see what I am seeing so yeah I need to explain so you can picture it in your mind.

*cough* A scary place for some.*cough*

I see a llama wearing a knitted hat! Picture that and answer me how. How would the llama even get the knitted hat on its head? Opening doors yeah it has a mouth with lips so it could open doors with its mouth. Which reminds me, generous use of moist towelettes while I am here if llamas are opening doors with their mouths.

This is mind blowing. I have to take a moment and think this through. How?

[Catherine]

I am not even sure what to expect when passing the invisible door, reaching out with a hand as I do to make sure I don't run into what I cannot see. Yes that would be funny for some but that some does not include me.

Ssshhhh!!! You don't have to say anything. I could see it in your eyes that you were going to say something but it isn't necessary. You were going to say something like, "Yes it would be bad if you ran into the what you cannot see it would make me cry."

I don't want you to cry so I will be careful and just feel my way past the door making sure my hand doesn't find anything slower covered.

Okay step. Feel. Step. Feel. Step. Feel. Step. Feel and I think I am safe. Hard to tell but my monkey senses aren't tingling so either I am good, sort of good, kind of good or I am low on sugar. One of those.

Walking in front of me I see the llama, "Are you like coming," It calls out, I nod and take off running after him. No way am I going to lose him in a place that I know nothing about. Especially if the whole place is invisible or the politically correct like to say the visually tested. It isn't tested! I can't see it so yeah not tested. They are doing it pretty good.

A couple steps forward and foot meets something and I start to stumble. Of course being a ninja means I quickly find my footing and just laugh. Ha ha.

"Stupid invisible doorstop," I grumble to myself, looking back and uselessly looking for it only to see the monk smiling and floating following behind.

"Watch out for the... Oh never mind."

Someday...

[Catherine]

I walk along nodding. Really there was  not much more I could do. Yeah I could take photos with my phone but really I got the feeling that selfies were looked down upon here. 

"Miss, what do you think you are doing?"

"Taking my picture with looks to be this really old thing here. I think everyone would like to see where I have been especially in front of a jar with a finger in it. I am surprised you haven't censored it with a big sheet of black paper since some could be offended by it. Wait I think I got some duct tape that should work."

"Miss I would ask you not to do that, that is the pinky finger of his holiness."

"Really? Cool..."

"Miss please don't shake the jar."

Stuff like that usually happens when people decide to selfie. 

*ninja girl tip - never selfie near cliffs, edges, religious institutions, government buildings and so on. If you are getting a nasty look put the phone away. You don't want to find yourself phoning home from behind bars.*

I keep nodding, looking for the standard brochure rack and see nothing close to that. How am I supposed to know what  bizarre little stops are near where I can get postcards at saying 'I wish you were here at the [insert strange thing here]!'

Oh well maybe they will have a little shop I can get a snow globe at for my Grammy. Everything starts to get brighter as we get to the end of the hallway and with ease I slip on my sunglasses so I am not completely blinded and accidentally fall down stairs. Safety first!

[Catherine]

Stepping out with a light thingie running down the rim of the sunglasses adds to the whole coolness factor. Short of doing a finger gun which by the look of things might not be seen as ‘the proper’ thing to do here. I don't want to offend anyone or have them diving for the ground saying, ‘She has a finger gun and might shot our souls' with less words of course.  So no finger gun but coolness is still there.

*point to sunglasses*

With just a glance I would have to say shangrila  isn't too impressive. I mean look and look. Not very big ears like, like I thought it would be. Yeah there is a gift shop I think over there and maybe a ride over there which doesn't look too impressive. Sort of under on the legs and the rear if all you do is sit there cross legged the whole time going "ummmmm". Maybe it is something like an AR, VR or something other letter placed in front of â ‘R’ thing. The whole um thing is the way you tune yourself to it. Pretty cool but the properly padded rear soreness would be painful. Also doesn't look like they allow drinks on the ride either. Haven't they heard a good banana milkshake will heighten the ride experience. That is a fact, just made it up.

What else?

A lot of stone and stone covered with snow and snow. So if somebody enjoyed snow or stone they would enjoy it here. Big wooden doors too, which are visible by the way, which may explain why there are no trees up here. Scientists say it the lack of oxygen and stuff but have you seen those doors?

No breaking out with singing and dancing either. Big ears would shake his head slowly and give advice and tips. "Here is how you set up the happiest place on earth. You need long lines, maybe a screaming child over there and what do you have in the line of mascots that we can have costumes made of? Oh do you have a princess type person, we could start looking into that. We find that visitors like princesses for different reasons. "

I nod once as I take it in before turning to the llama, "So have you see an energy ball with A smoke stack sticking out if it?"

[Catherine]

The llama slowly turns, well to be honest it was just it's/his/she!!!. I know it is a llama but the pronoun is confusing. I wasn't going to ask, I mean how do you bring that up?

"Hey. Yeah, I can't tell what you are and anything so can you tell me? Pronouns are important nowadays."

"Excuse me, which of these bathrooms are you going to use?"

There are others, but yeah!!! Moist towelettes would be needed, personal spaces invaded and feelings of weirdness would rise. Oh and nervous laughs would occur, "Sorry about that, my hands are cold."

The llama turns its head to me and for a moment I wonder of it will keep turning with a "Woooooooooo." The look on the llama's face reminded me of the photos that grandpa showed me of people he called 'tree huggers' and their special brownies. He said that you always felt really good after eating one of the tree hugger's brownies, and I nodded. All brownies made me feel good so I could see these 'special' brownies doing the same. Can't call a brownie a brownie if it doesn't make someone feel good.

"Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhh," I heard the llama ask, its hat bobbing up and down just a little when its head came to a stop looking right at me with the tree hopper daze.

"Yeah, So have you see an energy ball with A smoke stack sticking out if it?"

"That sounds rad," the llama answered. Was rad even a word? It didn't sound nounish or verbish. Could be pronounish, but I couldn't really tell. I couldn't ask the llama to use it in a sentence since you had already done that I think. Couldn't really tell.

"Yeah," I laugh nervously mentally noting to myself to find a llama to English dictionary, maybe see if it is in google translate and see what Rad means.

*mental fingers crossed*

"Yeah, it is rad."

Quickly I look around to see if I there are any ninjas jumping out or anything else. Couldn't be certain if Rad was a code word for 'get the intruder!' Mentally wiping my forehead when I didn't see anything. Wait did that snowman just move? Was it there before? I don't remember it... I look at it more, eyes squinting more.

There are no tracks but it has a guilty look on its face. Hmmm... I don't see any weapons!!!.

Hmmm...

Two fingers come up and I give the snowman the power sign of 'keeping my eyes on you' before turning back to the llama, my tail focused on the snowman.

"So?"

[Catherine]

"So," the llama repeats in a dazed state and I knew this was going to take long. Grandpa told me that treehuggers took forever with everything. They were also hungry and would almost eat anything placed in front of them. Grandpa once told me that he saw a group of them eat a chain link fence right out of the ground. While I guess you can't eat anymore fresh than nature, Ow! He also said that they smelled, which *sniff sniff* yes the llama smells. It might be llama I smell since I haven't smelled any before so it is hard to tell to be honest but there is something familiar…

It takes me a moment and I almost urp when I remember what the smell reminds me of. My brother's dirty laundry! Urp. I think I am going to be sick. Urp. Why would anyone want to smell like that. I mean… I wondered why my eyes were watering and there was a distinct not clean feel to the air. I thought it was due to being so high and everything but no. Urp.

I motion towards the llama and quickly run somewhere to Urp.

[censored ruling because cute and adorable]

Walking back I hide the moist towelette before rejoining the llama at a safe distance. Oh and up wind which would make following it hard but I don't want a repeat of what just happened, I am not sure if my stomach could handle it.

Grandpa also mentioned that they got really deep which I am not sure what that means. Not really sure I want to know either, bad things could happen.

"Hey what does deep mean? As used in the following sentence, wow you are deep."

"Oh god get away from me."

"How can your jaw open that  far?"

"Where did that come from?"

"No means no and I am saying that frantically!"

"Reverse deep!"

"Shallow! SHALLOW!!!!!"

He also said that they tend to run into things.

THUNK!

"Woh!!!"

"Yeah this is going to take some time."

"That like hurt."

*hand to face and slow walk over*

"Yeah long time..."

[Catherine]

Hours later, well it felt like hours and why wasn't there anyone else around to help me. Other than the monk of course, I didn't want to test his weight limit with carrying things, I managed to gather every thing I needed plus a lot of snow. There was no lack of snow and I did manage to find some type of weird hat thing that looked like it had seen better days. There was a paintings and carvings around it of some weird ape like thing and what I could make out it was the scalp of the 'Snow Demon'. Phpt a marketing ploy to sell more hats if I ever heard one.

"We just don't have hats we have snow demon scalps, Guaranteed to keep you warm in the coldest of temperatures. It may smell a little funny but you are smelling a hundred percent warmth and as an extra bonus some of our hats come with gray squishy things inside too. Kids love it!"

Marketing ploy and the hat looks like it would only go with the rustic eyes closed style. So now comes the magic, science! Hopefully I don't fall asleep while doing it. E equal MC yawn..

I don't want to bore you with stuff so let's flash forward and maybe that way I won't bore myself either.

[press button]

Okay I think this will work *smack hands together* if I did all of the calculations *yawn*. It should work and what is the worse that can happen? Don't answer that. Time to raise the llama!

*cracking of knuckles*

Ow!

[Catherine]

Steam shoots out into the skies with a loud toot and other steam sounds. Yeah I know not too something or another. I was going to try hydraulics but the liquids kept freezing and I didn't want to keep stopping and licking trying to thal them. My tongue can only take so much of the frozen things.

Things start spinning as other things start moving. Not even sure why they are moving to be honest since they aren't hooked up to anything. I guess it can be chalked up to science. If you ask me to prove it with equations and formulas you will get a hah in return and a point.

"see it is working. Proof proving it will work."

Don't ask me where I got the leather either. I said something about the weather and I heard a toot followed by leather and there some was thankfully. If there wasn't some I would have to weave some grass reeds together to form rope that then I could weave into straps. A long process filled with grumbles and needles that would hurt And crying and tears. So a win win on finding the leather.

Carefully I feed the leather straps under the llama and light bulb clicks on.

"Hey, wait a minute! Doesn't that cookie jar escapee do that?"

SLURP!

Sorry, post climb banana milkshake. I just happen to find it and have I told you that they are banana gold? What? I did? Good, because they are and where was I at? Oh yeah.

"Hey, wait a minute! Doesn't that cookie jar escapee do that?"

[Catherine]

Idea blub goes off above me and it shines bright. The escapee is here, that explains things. What things I am not sure but it explains them just the same. Wow I sound like my mom.

If I was a cookie jar escapee where would I be? Well other than in my mouth. That is the obvious. Oh and cookie crumbs on my brother so he can be grounded after I do the pointing and "Mom you know the cookies you told me not to touch. I was being good but someone I am pointing at wasn't. He will of course say that he didn't but cookie crumbs don't lie."

Hmmm!...

I bring mitten to lips and tap in the way of thinking as I turn around. Asking the monk would be useless since he got here right after me and it looks like he is asleep or staring at the sun with his eyes closed. I wonder if I just gave him a little shove would he just float around?

Visit www.shouldileavesleepingmonksliewellfloatlieorwhateveritis.com to cast your vote.

While everyone votes I will look around. Be right back.

[Catherine]

Votes are in and....

Quietly I walk over to the monk who is either meditating or is actually sleeping. Quietly, ninja quiet, lift my hands and sneak the last couple feet towards the monk. He doesn't expect what is coming and the butterfly resting on his nose isn't telling him. Where that came from I am not sure since butterflies and cold don't mix.

It looks at me and I give it the power sign of shhh and it gives me a wink and goes back to doing whatever it was doing. 

Sneak. Sneak. Sneak.

Hands close in on their target and...

Nah I can't do it to the little guy or the satellites looking down at us. They would be freaking out when they saw light streaking all over the place as the monk bounced off things. 

"Somone is firing up the not life star orb thingie. We are doomed!"

Hands go down to their proper positions and I walk away. Time to put the cookie in the cookie jar.

Oh and.... let sleeping monks li..... um errrrr float.

[Catherine]

I know it won't be hard to find audokornet, look for things that are weird and keep going. Weird probably doesn't cover what the escaped cookie is doing now. Come to think of it, there isn't really anything weird here. Other than the llama llama but that is how things could be done at this altitude and temperature.  Thin air makes things act funny in a haha way.

With the llama still on its side and the monk blissfully just floating there i had to do this alone. No more hands in the cookie jar, so someone said. Again my brother didn't 'listen' to that and well I think he got solitary confinement and told to clean his room. I would never punish anyone like that, the room cleaning part. I have seen things in there that I am not sure exists anywhere on earth. That and the one time I walked by and heard someone yelling "Help me!" From inside the room or I like to call it , the jungle of doom. Honest monkey, I think I saw a tribe of pygmies disappear into it and the howling at night is coming from somewhere.

So where would I be if I was an escaped cookie?

Slowly I spun trying to figure it out. There? No. There. No. Over there? No. Okay it is not like there is going to be a sign or anything. That would be too obvious and anti-dram... okay never mind there is a sign. Big arrow and everything, so feels like a trap but there is no trap that can catch me other than my brother forgetting to put the seat down when he is done at night and I drank too much water. I escaped eventually with enough kicking and screaming then the jaws of life.

Let's see where the arrow will take us other than that way. La la la

[Catherine]

Enter the Cookie jar....

This was it, I tell myself, the mistake and I use that word loosely. Very loosely in fact. I mean look at me does it look like I would make any mistakes? *smile with little light Star thingie* Yes there are sometimes that things sort of don't go the way I planned, due to lack of planning. Okay, that sort of happens a lot come to think about it. But hey at least I am trying to fix this, trying to put the cookie back in the cookie jar in a way.

I have the jar, I think. Quickly I pull out my bag and start to look through things, if I lost or forgot it somewhere I will just have to wing what needs to be done with a lot of begging.

"Oh come on, I am pretty sure you would like living in this!!!"

Eyes roll and tongue comes out just enough when I realize what I have in my hand. Where it came from I don't know. It must be some punking by reality.

"My brother's deodorant container. You would smell nice and trust me you would be left alone a lot with the little he uses it." Oh look it has a hair on it so bonus. You could use it as a toupee or a dance partner or a jump rope to keep fit."

So okay got a lot of sand, a roadrunner, a goldfish, some other stuff, the lip balm that I have been looking for when the readers weren't reading, the scout manual of course and more stuff. Oh and the cookie jar *beaming smile* in near mint condition.

Cookie jar check.

The cookie is somewhere ahead if I believe the obvious sign pointing in this direction and since monks, at this attitude like building in straight lines, this is going to be easy. Head down the hallway, knock before opening any door, shoot a winning smile and put audokornet back in crumb-free. This shouldn't take too long, then off to somewhere warmer because the monkey girl is cold.

*inhale and exhale. Watch breath freeze before falling to the ground*

Definitely somewhere warmer. One foot in front of another and soon I will have sand squishing between my toes!!!

[Catherine]

CLICK!

I immediately freeze, hearing a click in a hallway is never a good sound. Other sounds that are not good to hear; whoosh, phish and "RUN!!! I am sure there are others and it is a growing list. I sort of glossed over the known list and picked the important ones. Run is the really important one since you have to do other things like look, the whole eyes widen thing, stretch and run.

Clicking can be for anything to be honest but it is always best to think ow when hearing it. If you don't think ow you might find yourself saying OW! I would have preferred a camera click but those haven't clicked in a long time so it was best to think ow. But to be honest, who would trap a hallway in a monk place? I mean really, path to enlightenment through dodging traps? That sort of feels off...

"Ommmmmmmm??? do not try to grab the pebble out of my hand since it does not exist but pull the dart out of my butt since it does."

"You will know inner peace when you are running from a boulder."

Quickly I look back and up to see if there is any boulder just hanging about. No and no. Thank Monkey. Boulders are so last year in the whole trap decorating thing. Now it is giant lasers, easier to clean up after it fries someone I think. The whole zap and "someone get a dustpan thing". I laugh to myself, monks don't have the energy source to do a laser but they do believe in enlightenment. Which could mean...

*take a deep breath*

Okay, I am overthinking this, monks wouldn't use a laser and we are on top of a mountain so where would they get a boulder. They just don't grow on trees and the climb up would have made getting a boulder up almost impossible unless the monks worked together and carried one on their backs. So that only leaves darts and spears, that is easily checked for with a glance.

*glance and glance*

No holes in the walls or...

*glance and glance*

Or in the ceiling or floor. No one checks those areas until they get hotdogged on a stick. So that rules out those. Poison gas, air is thin up here. So nope. Hmmmm…spouts of flame, again no holes and if the builder forgot those it would be kind of funny.

"Ow... someone bring the aloe. My design called for flames to shoot out not come back on us.  My vision is ruined."

Acid? Do you think monks would use acid? Rice maybe but not acid.

Boiling oil pit? Hmmm....

*look for signs of a pit*

Nope I don't see the obvious signs of a pit. Which would be a big square or rectangle around the clicker or a seam running from one side to the other of the hallway. None of that.

So I am going to say this was a false click. Probably a click cricket trying to punk me. Time to get going again... one foot in front... Why does the walls seem like they are???

RUN!

[Catherine]

"Why," I yell out as I beat feet, beat them fast too and in one direction, forward! Yeah I could have taken a step back and been all good. No fear of being squished like a grape. That is too easy though and doesn't get me any closer to where i wanted to go and that is forwards. Yeah you could say by taking a step back I am one step closer to my goal and I would just silently shake my head.

Who in their right mind would stick a squishing wall trap in a monastery? Unless the monks are into those types of things but why here? Those types of monks are more warm climate ones and less llama. Llamas spit not squish. Okay they sort of squish if they step on your feet, they say they are good dancers but your feet will soon find out otherwise.

I scramble down the hallway as it goes on an extreme diet. Of course there is the scrapping of stone against stone sound. Oh and If a guy comes running by with a whip tied to his belt, calling me kid and is named after the family dog I am going to wake up and smack my brother for watching the Jones movies one too many times.

"Are you following," I call back hoping my tail decided to follow and not just sit there. If I wasn't being threatened with Horizontal deprecation by use of force I would have looked back, looking back at this time could lead to slipping, falling and then SQUISH! I don't mind the first two it is that last one I am trying to skip.

[beating feet continued but skipped due to repetitive motion and I think you get the point that I was running]

Wow this is a long tunnel, thankfully that makes it slower. If it was smaller it would be a quick squish trap and those are never fun. Not that I know or anything, rumors that the whole "look I found a stone that SQUISH" never is good is what I am going off of. Thank Monkey I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel!!!  what is that in the middle of the!!!  banana slug!!! The moving enemy of the foot. One false step and will slip and fall, in this circumstances that could be squishing.  I need to time this right, banana slugs are known street fighters.

Did it just spit?

Here it goes...