He grabbed at a low-hanging branch, pulled himself up, and then leaned down and looped his arm around Commander Woodsinger’s waist, lifting her off her feet. If she hadn’t got hold of the branch and helped haul herself up, he might have dropped her on the creature. Accidentally impaling your commander on a unicorn was bound to lead to expulsion. “Well lifted, Cadet,” said the commander in a tone of faint surprise. “Thanks,” said Elliot. “Mean bullies make me exercise.” He looked down at the unicorn. He saw, suddenly, that it wasn’t as lovely as he had thought at first. Its shiny horn was too
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