|Notice how my health keeps going steadily down. You can blame falling damage. I am not good at navigating mountains on horseback.|
|In the cave. For a split second.|
|I think at this point my head was partially encased in stone.|
I put in some nice glass windows.
|Mrrrrgh.... Can't reach|
But Boxter kept getting in the way. Directly in the way of my pickaxe.
|Oops, sorry about that, Boxter.|
|Here, let me give you a healing sugar cube.|
|Yikes, sorry about that, Boxter.|
|Here, have another sugar cube.|
After around the fourth sugar cube, it became apparent that every time I lifted my pickaxe, Boxter would leap under it. And then collect the sugar cube. I began to suspect that the tastiness of the sugar cubes outweighed the ouchiness of the pickaxe.