"I expected him to give the butcher a bit of torture first, but he didn't. He just walked over and cut his throat. In fact he seemed to hate what he w...s doing, but he was determined. He used a flint knife and cut the turd a new smile, from ear to ear, then turned his back and asked me when we could leave to fetch his mother and the others."We don't have to leave. A spirit lives with us in the mountain and helps us often. George has brought them all into our cave and all the possessions too.. Trust me things willbe better this way." Well, we already told Mike to make the arrangements, he'd be pissed ifwe canceled now," my father said."Right honey and this is the right thing to do, you'll see," she said.I turned towards them as they walked into the room. I was keeling therewith the bowl partly filled with the chips in my hands. I looked at myparents. I was terrified. I stood up, smiled the best I could andcurtseyed as they looked at me. As I curtseyed I spilled the bowl. I think you can see which is the better choice.”Cindy thought that it was probably best to go along with Mr. Richter, since getting her parents involved didn’t seem like a good idea. For sure her parents would ground her, and they would probably even restrict her from going away to college. She nodded in agreement.“Good. Now I want you to climb up on that pillow, laying on your stomach.”Cindy did this, and noticed that when she did this, her ass was propped up high in the air, and her head. At the lake we turned around and started back the way we had come.That didn't mean it was an easy walk. The total distance is nearly fifteen miles and the climb from Jenny Lake to Lake Solitude involves a rise of twenty-three hundred feet - nearly a half mile of altitude gain. By the time we were coming down the last couple of miles I was beginning to feel a little cramping in my lower regions. I suddenly realized that this was probably not the result of the long hike but rather that it was.