The rusty silo loomed before me as I approached. The daunting task of ascending the ladder disheartened me, but I went on.
My job was a difficult one, and very treacherous. It required me to walk a thin line and watch my steps carefully so as not to send the whole thing down the drain. This could easily result in someone else climbing up the ladder in order to retrieve my mangled body.
I slowly climbed the ladder, careful not to rest my hands on too many rusty bars. One could never know if that rust hid a rough or sharp patch that could result in some fatal catastrophe. Finally, I had arrived at the edge of the silo. I stood up, carefully walked around the edge of the silo, then climbed down the ladder on the other side. My work here was done.