Cliff Terror
Susan and Ellen had been looking forward to their first hiking trip with the University Outdoors Club. Susan was a little afraid, however, because she had never gone hiking before.
"What if I'm too slow? I'll be left behind, and get lost," she said.
"Don't worry," answered Ellen. "If you get tired, I'll have some other student carry you up the hill." The next day, the group left the city at 5 a.m. as planned. By the time they reached Canyon Park, the sun had risen. They had been hiking for two hours when Susan said, "You were right. Hiking is fun! If I had known how easy this would be, I wouldn't have been so afraid."
Suddenly Ellen realized that they had taken a wrong turn.
"Where are the other members of the Outdoors Club? I don't see them anywhere. I think we're lost."
"Oh, no! I knew I shouldn't have come. Who's going to rescue us? Imagine being here all night!"
"Take it easy, Susan. I didn't get us lost on purpose."
The girls arrived at a cliff, and saw an enormous pool of water.
Ellen hesitated and said, "Well, we can either go down by rope, or we can jump. Let's use the rope. I'm too scared to jump."
"You? Afraid?" exclaimed Susan. "You were the one who wanted to go on this hike. Let's jump. It's too rocky and slippery to climb down."
"Susan," said Ellen, "I've never told you this, but I don't know how to swim. I just can't jump into that water."
Susan followed her friend unhappily down the cliff. They had just arrived at the bottom, when suddenly she slipped and fell.
"Oh ... my foot!" she cried. Ellen rushed to her side.
"Here. Let me have a look. It's not bleeding. It's only a minor injury." But that didn't stop Susan from complaining.
"Ellen, if we get rescued and I recover from this, I will never listen to you again!