His elders told him not to. But one morning he got up before dawn and climbed it anyway. Partly because the oldies told him not to. But also because telling a kid to not climb the only thing climbable inside a hundred miles of flat, boring nothing ... well that’s just cruelty, isn’t it?
And it’s all happening on a steam train hurtling down the side of a mountain far too fast. And it’s shaking and rattling and bits are falling off it. And oh no, there’s no driver! Or so suggests my wife’s uncle.