The mouse made him feel physically small. Under the judgment of his family and friends, he feels downright tiny.
Compliant with Sadie directing him to move his left arm around at the glenohumeral joint, he demonstrates full range with signs of pain flickering at end ranges, “I suspect it’s a grade one sprain...it just needs a rest.”
“None of you should have stayed,” he says with certainty that fades from his voice as he continues. “Chalk is not a stable base for anchors, so yes, I did free climb. Being in there with me would have placed a spotter at risk. I can at least handle more force. And I have my phone, I could have dialed with my Number in an emergency. It was far from ideal, but from our limited options, it seemed like the best.” He could think of no safer route aside from being able to fly around the mouse, and he would never ask a child to attempt something so potentially dangerous.
Bowing his head forward, he closes his eyes and cups his forehead silently. After a moment, he turns reaches into a pocket of his bag to retrieve his phone. His phone is still disconnected from any services, keeping the images isolated on the device. “Please, look.” He offers the phone with the first picture pulled up at the tip of the mouse’s tail. It and subsequent photos capture the way the cavern is molded around the mouse without any tool marks to be seen.
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Compliant with Sadie directing him to move his left arm around at the glenohumeral joint, he demonstrates full range with signs of pain flickering at end ranges, “I suspect it’s a grade one sprain...it just needs a rest.”
“None of you should have stayed,” he says with certainty that fades from his voice as he continues. “Chalk is not a stable base for anchors, so yes, I did free climb. Being in there with me would have placed a spotter at risk. I can at least handle more force. And I have my phone, I could have dialed with my Number in an emergency. It was far from ideal, but from our limited options, it seemed like the best.” He could think of no safer route aside from being able to fly around the mouse, and he would never ask a child to attempt something so potentially dangerous.
Bowing his head forward, he closes his eyes and cups his forehead silently. After a moment, he turns reaches into a pocket of his bag to retrieve his phone. His phone is still disconnected from any services, keeping the images isolated on the device. “Please, look.” He offers the phone with the first picture pulled up at the tip of the mouse’s tail. It and subsequent photos capture the way the cavern is molded around the mouse without any tool marks to be seen.