Nina did not know what was going on and said somewhat happily, "You’re really smart, Wanda. Wait here. I'll go find some vines and you can soon come up."
"Don’t go, Nina," I shouted upward.
Nina asked a little curiously, "What’s wrong?"
"I’m in trouble.” I was more or less in despair. "I don't know if it’s soil or sand under my feet. I can't reach the bottom. I can feel myself sinking."
"How could it be?" Nina panicked as well.' What should we do?”
I took a deep breath and forced myself to
calm down.
After thinking about it, I quickly said," Calm down, Nina. Keep looking for vines and shout for help as you do so. I think I can still hold on a little longer."
As I spoke, my mind raced to recall which direction I had stepped in that the soil beneath my feet began to soften.
After I remembered, I used the branch to poke at the spot I stood earlier and felt solid ground. I was relieved.
Next, I relaxed my body as much as possible as I would sink slower that way.
At this moment, a few more strikes of thunder rang in my ears, followed by raindrops.
I grew somewhat desperate by now. Even if I could get out of the soil, there was no way I could climb out of this pit. I would still be i n danger if water accumulated in the pit. The worst-case scenario was a landslide. I might even put Nina in danger.
Nina came back and said while sobbing, "I couldn't find any vines. They're all branches. It has started to rain now. What should I do?"
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