|Here it comes!|
|Onward to the distant pointy mountains!|
|Or maybe Boxter was planning to save that other horse, now that I look at the screenshot. I've been beginning to make a habit of saving horses when I find them menaced by predators, but I guess I mistook this one for another bear.|
|It would probably be pretty fun to watch someone climb one of these mountains on horseback.|
I opted instead for the slightly-less-sheer cliffs on the other side of the mountain. We weaved our way slowly down, inching up to each dropoff before jumping down - I have no idea why I thought falling off a cliff slowly would be any better than taking a running start. The downward acceleration is the same in either case. But we survived with only minor falling damage.
|The sprinkle of yellow flowers on the distant hill is a nice touch.|
|An adults-only horse party|
|So patient... so innocent.|
I made the opening four blocks high and two blocks wide and several blocks deep, so that I'd be able to ride Boxter right into the hole and park him. To my surprise, when I'd finished making the cave and turned to find Boxter, he trotted right toward me. Maybe he was going to cooperate this time.
By nightfall, though, I had managed to freeze Boxter in place, put in a luxurious tall glass window, and enlarge our hole into a spacious hall. That's code for "mined and didn't find a single thing".
|He's got his face in the wall again, but it didn't seem to do him any harm.|
In the morning I went to the window to watch the sun rise. I was snapping scenic sunrise shots when suddenly I noticed a weird shape rising up into the air at the edge of the valley. Reflexively, I grabbed a screenshot - what IS that? Is that a flying skeleton? Flying? I only had a split-second glimpse before it was gone, disappearing behind one of the giant pixellated scratches that seem to appear even on newly-placed glass. Seconds later, a cow strolled nonchalantly from behind that pointy mountain.
I don't know what this was, but I have a feeling it wouldn't have been friendly. Perhaps this was the true form of Spooky Cow. In which case, if this thing flies, I had better always build good roofs on all my shelters in the future. I thought of the roofless pits I'd been building toward the beginning of my journey and shivered. Caves. Caves from now on.
|This is probably very bad.|