Midweek, the large group of Statisticians took on the nearby mountain. Despite having awful balance, a fear of heights and a lack of stamina, Dave had not once turned down the challenge of a mountain, nor quit before reaching his goal, and he wasn't about to start. Besides, these were Statisticians, surely they'll be equally ill equipped, maybe, dare he dream, worse.
No. The rest of the group was up and down that mountain at a speed equivalent to a decay rate of -0.5, whilst Dave was stuck at 0.5, a joke lost on every single reader of this page, but fitting given the situation.
Walking/crawling inch by inch up the side of this mountain, Dave was asked time and time again by his bored helpers if he wanted to quit. 'Never.'
Sure enough he made it to the cottage at the top and had himself a delightful dish.
The cottage was nice, and he planned to stay there until winter when he could skate down on the snow. Alas, he was informed he must head of straight away, and he slowly began to crawl back down again.
He sliently wished Jean's mum was around to give him a helping hand.
Later that day, his efforts had not gone unnoticed and he was given a new label to wear with pride.
"The Climber"
2 comments:
Ur words remind me a lot of edinburgh, there is a mountain called Athor's seat or something, it is so so beautiful. I wish i can live there and just see it everyday...
love you.
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