slip slidin' away (don't break a bone rhythm)

Beat did his best to get a chunk of dead bark off of one tree for the old woman. He got another for himself. His brow was furrowed in concern. What was she going to have him do? Was he going to get into trouble if she broke her hip? Or her neck? Gulping loudly. Beat tucked his ears against his skull, but went along with Rhythms plan. Better that she do something crazy with supervision rather than alone, right?

The boy watched as the crazy old woman cackled and zipped down the hill. She wanted him to do it with her, so Beat pushed off and slid down the hill on his piece of bark as well. Rhythm had a head start, so she reached the bottom first, but he was there a moment later. He had to admit... it was rather enjoyable. He still felt a little awkward just because he wasn't used to fun, but he'd made Rhythm happy.

"You won," he said aloud, coming to the old wolf's side. "Good job."