Another branch broke under the Amber's grimy fingers. She cursed under her breath. Only 12 more feet to go. Was she really too heavy for this? She stretched her hand out and grabbed onto the last branch she could clamber on and heaved herself up.
8 more feet to go.
Amber swung herself up, pushing against the branches with her feet and finally jumped onto the last branch, where she stood and let the wind tangle her leafy hair.
She had done it.
She had conquered the tree.