Inside the cave the fairy led the aardvark through a dark path. They suddenly came across giant tree stumps about 5-feet apart, darkness surrounding them. Below was bottom less pit. For Tatl it was no big deal, she just flew over everything, Arthur on the other hand...
"Wait!" Arthur yelled.
"What is it?" Asked Tatl.
"I can't jump my way all the way over to the other side! Arthur complained in a voice that irked the fairy.
"W-why not?! Quit your bitching and hop on over!" On that remark she shoved Arthur against his own will towards the next platform.
Arthur didn't want to jump, yet he had no other choice. As the fairy pushed him over, he too hesitantly gave some effort into taking a leap. A
drenaline rushed through his body, followed by shock as he didn't land his foot on the stump. He was slipping, bit he managed to get a grip on the ledge with his hands.
"Oh shit! Don't look down! Don't look—" was all the aardvark could let out before the sight of how high he was interrupted him.
He hanged on there for a minute, frightened. He soon noticed a hot liquid run through his legs, giving of a wet and warm sensation on his skin, he had pissed his pants.
That was enough to snap him back into his senses. He gathered all his strength and courage and pulled himself upwards to safety. Once out of danger, he let out a sigh of relief. Before he could continue to linger in his feelings of having escaped a possible death, Tatl said "Good. Now do that five more times, the exit is that way.
Arthur moaned in despair, but proceeded to get past the obstacles. It was now slightly less of a burden now that he lived a near-death experience and survived.
