The double glazing salesman 9/12

It felt very strange, but he was light enough to roll over and crawl along the roof towards the back of the cave. For a moment he began to worry as the roof got lower and lower, then to his great relief, he saw daylight in front of him and realised that what had appeared to be an ordinary cave, was now opening out into a deep cleft in the rock.

Unfortunately the wolves knew this as well. Two of them remained underneath him just in case he fell off the roof, while the others ran past and disappeared. A moment or two later he heard animals panting above his head and looked up to see the remainder of the pack lining both sides of what he could see by now, was an opening just in front of him with cliff like sides.

He stopped crawling for a moment and had a good long think. They were obviously expecting him to continue out of the opening and were waiting to grab him as he came up to ground level. Fortunately the last part of the cave roof was a good ten feet below the ground, so he made his mind up to go for it.

He twiddled himself even lighter, hung on to the vertical face of the rock with his legs gathered underneath him and pushed off as hard as he could along the middle of the opening. The result certainly surprised Dave as well as the wolves.

There was a howl of disappointment from the pack, as their prey shot forward twenty feet, before going up into the sky like a rocket. Dave made sure he was well clear before restoring some of his weight; the ground had been getting further and further away very quickly.

As far as he could tell he was now sinking slowly, while the wind was drifting him gently over the hills behind Lurbridge. He looked round very carefully but could see no sign of the wolf pack.

‘Thank goodness that’s over,’ he thought, ‘now all I’ve got to do is get back on the ground and walk to Lurbridge. Some one there is sure to be able to give me a lift back.’

He was still at a sufficient height to be able to see the village, but much nearer, he could also see a larger house than any of those in the village itself. It had been built on the hillside not too far away and lay in nicely cultivated grounds.

The wind appeared to be drifting him in that direction, so he decided to come down as near to it as he could and ask the owner for help.

He felt quite pleased with himself, he’d adjusted his rate of fall so well that he landed gently in some open ground bordered by trees about two or three hundred yards from the house.

Now that he was on the ground, the building looked much more impressive, indeed it was nearly as grand as the front of the Witches’ Home. He had just begun walking towards the house when something jumped on him from behind and knocked him to the ground.

“Gotcher,” said a voice, “caught trespassing red handed, just you wait until the squire sees you, you’ll soon be sorry you was born cully!”