There was a hill. On one side of the hill, there was a tree, and it was alive. On the other side, there was another tree, which had been killed, skinned, and skeletonized, and was now a telephone pole, standing over the scene. Wires came out of it. They dangled over the hill, which, if it ever became swollen, would hit them. So. One day, Iggy saw the hill, and decided to go up it, then go down it. He wanted to ride down the hill, in a bike or a sled or something. But he didn't want to go through the trouble of walking up the hill. He wanted a ride. He wanted something to carry him up. He found one. .