Climbing the tree again

Sandry decided the tree was still her best option, so she took hold of a branch in one hand and a knothole in the other, ignoring her vest top hanging limply, and pulled herself up. She scrabbled for a foothold.

"I'm sure climbing this thing used to be easier!" she grunted, pulling one leg up to get a purchase.

RIP!

Another worrying noise alerted her that her pyjamas trousers had split, and she could feel from the sudden draft that they were torn from the waistband at the back, down her backside, between her legs and up the front again, revealing clearly that she had nothing underneath.