For a moment, the basket was calm. The next moment, however, brought with it the signature panic and terror that the sight of two very small boys plunging headlong into a very large chasm might cause.
"Science help us! Someone, do something!"
"Why? Why did they jump?"
"You! You're the tour guide! Aren't you trained to handle situations like these?"
The guide countered "I, uh. Erp." In reality, yes, the company did train guides how to handle certain dire circumstances, but two children jumping over the edge of the basket willingly wasn't something any human being could train for completely. "I'll, er, call the rescue, uh, team."
* * *
"You okay?"
"That's 'You okay, captain.'"
"Right. Sorry. You okay, Captain?"
"I'll be fine. I got a scrape on my knee but I'll be okay. You alright?"
"Yes, Captain. Where are we, sir?"
The smaller boy surveyed the unfamiliar landscape. "I don't know, cadet. C'mon, we gotta find a good place to camp before it gets too dark." Could it really be here, like all those old books said? Even if it wasn't, at least he would have a daring story to tell his friends.
And if it was, well by gum, he'd find it—the power of Imagination.
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