By the time morning came, I had made the passageway into a broad avenue. I reopened the entrance to the cave, checked for danger (all clear), and then turned to survey my handiwork.
|This was perhaps not well planned out.|
I considered my options. If I tried to break the stone out from under him, I'd likely start hurting him. Ditto for trying to break the ceiling above his head.
I walked around behind him and tried to shove him off the ledge. "Rrrrgh - mmmf - move it, you big pile of pixels - rrrrrgh!" No luck. Boxter was rooted to the floor. I took a running start and crashed into him. It was as if I had collided with a stone wall. "You gave me a haystack, did you not?" He seemed to be asking. "Haystack means I stand here - right here - until you ride me again. You have not ridden me again, have you? Then here I shall stand."
After more fruitless pushing and shoving, I realized that the only way I was going to get him off of that ledge was to ride him off. And take damage from bonking my head on the ceiling.
I climbed on. I took damage from bonking my head on the ceiling, and quickly hopped off. Boxter, with the haystack spell finally broken, walked away from the ledge edge. In the wrong direction.
Boxter! With some difficulty I managed to squeeze past him and face him in the passageway.
"Hi," he seemed to be saying. "Didn't you leave me here in this dark cave all day yesterday? You must want me to stay in this cave. Who am I to argue? I'll just go to the darkest corner of the cave and turn into the mystical Cave Horse of the North, doomed to never see daylight again."
I argued with him, but he seemed not to hear. I tried shoving him again, but even with the haystack spell broken, he was about as immovable as obsidian. This was going nowhere.
Gritting my teeth, I climbed back on. Ouchouchouchouch. I jumped back off. This time, either tired of this game or having decided that I'd suffered enough, Boxter walked in the other direction. He walked off the ledge finally, and I leapt back on his back.
"Shut up, sheep."
We set forth on our way.
And almost immediately fell down a hole.
|This is the hole.|
We continued over some refreshingly treeless (but bear-infested) countryside.
Boxter seemed to approve of the choice; rather than wandering off in disdain, he stayed and kept watch as I cleared out a proper cave.