And you panic and almost forget to leave the wagon, and in confusion struggle to the surface, and gasp air. And then, frantic, go back down because you saw a horse. And rescue your mustang, a noble steed who has survived two attacks, and tether her to the tree.
And then you go back down, but it's getting dark and you can't see anything.
So you make a bed and sleep. And the next day, go back down. Of course the horses are dead, but your stuff is still in the cart.
So you make several risky dives, almost drowning twice, to get all the valuables you can carry.
Then you, your mustang, and your two dogs go home.
Shannon:That is like the most harrowingly compelling mini story.
Shannon:Are you regaling me with Minecraft ministories?