The tree was strong and sturdy and Tiwa was using it as a couch while Rincewind hugged the trunk, "The view's better out here."

"No, that would be dangerous," Rincewind said through clenched teeth as a squirrel perched on his hat.

Tiwa giggled as the squirrel nibbled at one the loose spangles, "Careful of your hat."

With an undignified eep, Rincewind shooed the squirrel off, looked down and clung to the tree more.

When the sun started to go down, Tiwa grinned and got herself ready to head down as Rincewind whimpered.

She sighed and said, "Just hold my hand and I'll get you down."

"That's not reassuring."

"No, but its true."

With his eyes closed, Rincewind ended up on the ground, which he clung to and Tiwa tried not to giggle.