'Come to think of it... I haven't eaten those two big crab claws yet, only the three legs. I could really use them to test it out. What if it works?'
After wandering through the bamboo forest for a bit, he found two broken, dead bamboo stalks that had already turned yellow.
All the leaves on these dead stalks had yellowed and fallen off, but the stalks themselves had retained some of their green.
He tied the two dead stalks together with a rope made of tree bark, dragged them to the edge of the woods, and pointed them downhill. After locating his shelter, he gave the bamboo a hard push, sending them speeding down.
The two dry stalks shot down the hillside like a snowboard. The post-rain dampness of the soil and grass reduced friction and resistance. Propelled by their own weight, they zig-zagged down the incline before flying off the end of the slope, landing with a thud not far from his shelter.
