Despite the warnings offered by her friends, Martha decided to go anyway. She scaled her way up the mountain, clutching spiky shrubs and clasping solid tree limbs along the way until eventually she was able to haul herself up on to the summit.
She lay down a comfortable cotton rug and then emptied her picnic basket on to it.
Pride, check. Beauty, check. Confidence, check. Charisma, check. Flattery, check. Charm, check. Ego, check.
Alas, she had left something behind. Well, she decided there was no point going back now just for her dignity; it would not be there anymore.