The man trudged through the snow, going on a winter walk on the hills near the city. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jumper to keep out the cold. As he walked over the top of the hill, he spotted a long cord hanging from so high in the sky that he could not see the top. He could not help wondering whether he should pull it…

The man trudged up the snowy hill, digging his hands deeper into his pockets. Breath steamed from his mouth as the crunch from his boots and birdsong fulfilled the morning. Although he’d done this walk many times before, each time he spotted something different and more interesting than the last.

He inhaled deeply and stared at the view. Trees rolled right to the edge of the city, where industrial factories let out their toxic clouds of gas, preparing to destroy the atmosphere.

Catching him by surprise, a long rope dangled down from the sky. He gasped in shock and amazement, hurriedly walking over to it. Stretching out a curious hand, he nudged the the gleaming ring just above the red tassels. It swayed like a hypnotists clocks ticking back and forth.

He hiked through the snow. He has been on this route thousands of times but never when it has snowed. He looked around. Suddenly, he saw a thing coming from nowhere. He walked over to it. Soon as he figured it out it was an thick red rope. There was a little gold ring going around it. He poked it and it moved. He poked it again but harder it swung back and nearly hit him.

He trudged up the snowy hill, digging his numb hands deep into his pockets. Breath steamed from his mouth as the snow crunched beneath his feet and birdsong fulfilled the morning. Although he’d done this walk many times, each time he would spot something different and more interesting.

Reaching the summit, he gazed at the view. Trees rolled right to the edge of city where industrial factories let out their toxic clouds of gas, preparing to destroy the atmosphere.

Catching him by surprise, a long, red rope dangled down from the sky. Hurriedly walking over to it, he stared in awe at its height. He stretched out a curious hand and nudged the gleaming ring that sat above red tassels. It swung away and then back to him like a hypnotist’s clock ticking… tocking grasping its victim.

He started walking, the ice crunching beneath his feat looking up from the hill he could see the chimneys and he could hear the bird chirping.

Finally at the top of the hill. He stopped and stared.

He could almost see a rope. Walking to toward it he stopped he turned and he did the same thing over and over again then he stopped.

He stood about a meter away. Almost in fear, he took one step forward and poked it like he was an annoying five year old poking an older pupil. Once again he poked it. What is this? he questioned himself.

The man meandered through the crunched snow, he was out on an early morning walk, on a look out to find anything out of place. The Winter breeze was getting stronger, the trees were blowing South and the man was reaching the end of his walk. His footsteps crunched in the iced snow, every step becoming louder, until out the corner of his eye a tall, thin rope hung down from the sky.

He was getting closer to it, smoke snaking all through the air, his head turned and faced up at the clouds in disbelief. Gently with a great deal of reverence he touched the end of the rope. It was soft, smooth even until his hand was almost to scared to hold it any longer.

Ice crunched under his boot, the faint hum of a power stations in the distance were feeble against the early morning chirping. The man took in a breath and exhaled sharply. The woodland coiled around him and in the snow he saw footprints, which were extremely large, that he recognized as his own.

After a few minutes walking, the man stumbled out into the open and his face twisted into a mask of curiosity and wonder. Ahead of the man, was a thin, string like object that was just hovering few feet and stretched up as far as the eye could see

The man walked over to the rope and poked it with his fingers, confused and curious. Nothing happened. The man pushed at the string again in a cat like manner.

Walking through the thick crystallized snow, birds tweet to their morning dew song. The path that led up to the hill, was all ready cleared from the snow and shoved to the edges making little barriers on the sides. The branches reached out like hands and lichen that crawls up to the stem of the tree scrapping and poking my coat.

I climbed up the hill, trying not to slip over and go all the way back down. Then I saw it… A long wobbly Scarlet rope. I was confused, even my face showed it to. Cautiously, I stepped slowly towards it keeping my guards up for any unexpected things. Looking up, the rope looked like it was going on for ever up in the polluted, blue sky I got close and poked it. It wobbled, dangled and flailed side to side but nothing happened. I stepped back… still nothing happened. I got close again, and slapped it with the palm of my hand. A tingle and a ring broke out then it became faint very quickly and suddenly silence.

The man drudged through the forest. He had a lot of precious time on his hands. Fortunately he didn’t have to go to work till later unlike most people who work for a whole day. This walk he had done many times before and a snowy day like this means he is in for a treat.

After a long walk he finally made it to his peaceful place. But something was different there was a ruby rope hang down. He looked confused. The man Turned round swiftly to see if anyone was there. Nobody. The man pulled it curios. It pinged back nearly hitting him in the face.