“Yes you damn well should have,” Handy admonished. The human waded through the knee high water, struggling against the flow to reach the small dry patch the griffon hung to. The contraption the human had lowered himself with hung limply inches above the water. Another free rope hanging parallel to it. In Handy’s rush to figure out a way to help the poor griffon before he died of exposure or his injuries, he had came up with, upon reflection, potentially the dumbest possible way he could have gone about it. 