Turning to tiptoe out, his foot caught a wire which snared his ankles.
Quicker than boo, his feet were hoisted to the ceiling.
He yelped loudly and then screamed, hoping to wake Lara.
The dog came in, sniffed Bax’s head and then lifted his leg.
“Bad dog!” Bax shouted, pushing the dog away.
The push set him swinging. His head started swimming.
“Lara, get me down from here!” he yelled.
“You needed to learn to listen,” Lara said, her back turned. “Didn’t I tell you, no snapshots?”