What happened beforehand with Uncle Frits and Aunt Coby?

“Frits, what are you doing? “ It sounded shocked from a great height. From the watchtower, Aunt Coby looked down at her crashed husband. Two important questions competed for the foreground. First of all, was Uncle Frits hurt? But also, how do I get down, now that those steps no longer exist?

'I am order, 'cried Uncle Frits upstairs, struggling to scramble on his feet. “With these mushrooms, things are not going well. “ He pointed to the remnants on the forest soil that could not have tolerated his considerable weight. “Come down, Coby. “

“Please. “ And she meant it. But there was one little problem: “How? The stairs are broken. “

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