Thanks to Alistair Forbes the gracious host of SPF.
“Wow Mom. Can we do this going back the other way?” Tyson pleaded.
“Yeah, Ty of course we can do the gondolas on the way back. How else would we go back down the mountain?”
“We could walk?” Tyson suggested, shrugging.
” I think we should go to the museum about the mountain and town that used to be here. Then we can walk to a few look-out points, before taking take the gondola down.” Trish said.
She held Tyson’s baby sister in a snuggy. Trish peered down at tiny Dora.
“Look who’s awake Tyson.” He made a face at Trish, regarding Dora with destain.
“She’s ugly. I thought girls were supposed to be pretty; she could be Gollum.”
Trish swatted Tyson playfully. “Don’t call your sister Gollum.” He giggled.
“She’ll grow into herself. You’ll be playing the role of her protective big brother in no time.”
Tyson laughed. “I think I’ll be protecting the boys from her…”
Suddenly, he felt the gondola fall. It haulted, hanging from half the original cable at an angle.
Dora was crying and Tyson was afraid. His arm hurt terribly and was at an odd angle. Tyson’s Mom kept repeating prayers, tears leaking from her eyes.
“I take it back Dora is pretty,” Tyson cried thinking his words had made God mad at him. That had to be why is Mom was praying so much.
Ten minutes later a helicopter arrived saving Tyson and his family. Tyson was thrilled to be riding in a helicopter, even with a broken arm.
He patted Dora’s head as she wriggled in the snuggy his Mom still wore.
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