Waving your arms around like some mad person you try desperately to regain your footing.
The Goat looks at you.
Just for a moment you wish you had read all those TGO articles about the importance of lightweight camping instead of admiring all those beautiful buff pictures.
The Goat looks at you.
Alas all is lost as you feel the weight of your pack move your centre of gravity past the point of no return….
The Goat looks at you.
You give up your fight with gravity and in an instant you are falling, head over heels, down the steep scree slope beside the path.
You can no longer see the Goat.
Picking up speed you realise it was a mistake to pack the champagne bottle as a surprise for the party. Luckily you come to an abrupt stop on a narrow ledge at the top of a vast cliff face. There are sheep droppings here you realise with your nose pressed against the cold stone.
There is just enough room to turn over onto your back to get the weight of the pack off you. You gaze back up the steep scree to see, through the clearing dust, the head of a goat appears.
The Goat looks at you.
Eventually you stand and take stock of your surroundings. Behind you is a sheer drop off the cliff face. Above you the Goat looks angry. There is no path to your left. To your right is an entrance to a dark, damp cave.
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