I looked out the window and saw a thick rope snapping under the strain of tension.
With the sound of the rope breaking, the wooden house lost its suspended balance and tilted at an angle.
Struggling to stay upright, I quickly grabbed the wall beside me and used the rope around my waist to stabilize myself.
I had already secured Dora and Cara to the wall earlier, so they were safe.
I looked up at the outside of the wooden house and saw that one of the four ropes had snapped. Now, the entire weight of the house was relying on the rope at the front-right corner.
The ropes were woven from long tree vines, which seemed to have undergone oil treatment and sun-drying, making them very sturdy.
Unfortunately, with a sharp "snap," another rope broke.
The treehouse, now without support, plunge
