In another moment down went the snowbaorder, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The ski slope went straight on like a half pipe for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that the baorder had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next.
First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything.
Down, down, down she kept going. Would the fall NEVER come to an end! ‘I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?’ she said aloud. ‘I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down.
Presently she began again. ‘I wonder if I shall fall right THROUGH the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! Earnestly, when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
She was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and then the Snow Shack was in sight!
She finally made it safely!.
- Great plot
- Easy to use
- Sounds like another story