"Climb, Merry, climb!" Pippin scrambled up the tree, going as high as he dared.
Merry was close behind him, scraping his palms on the bark and tearing his shirt.
They sat together on a sturdy branch, breathing hard, Merry clutching the trunk and Pippin clutching Merry.
"I was never so afraid in all my life," Merry said.
"I thought we'd never make it." Pippin shivered.
"Pippin," Merry said, "you've got apple jelly on your cheek." He leaned in close and licked it away.
"Mmm," Pippin said. He looked down. "When do you think your mother will call off the dogs?"