...Isabel falls from the branch, and...

(chapter originally by misayaka at writing.com)

As Isabel felt her balance slipping, she felt a sharp tug prevent her from a disastrous fall. She might have been thankful that something had ensnared on the branch to keep her from tumbling to a painful landing, except...it was the loose cloth of her shorts, snagged on a protrusion of the branch. Worse, she felt the thin material slowly coming apart, a gradual tear inching its away along the side of her thigh. She also managed to hold onto the branch above her with a grip from her folded legs, but it also meant she was hanging upside down with her arms swaying freely, and there was no telling how long the slowly ripping material was going to support her weight.

If those shorts came apart, not only would she go tumbling into the grass, she'd also be naked!

Isabel's options were limited, and so was her time. So without wasting a moment, she...