I followed with my eyes the path in which Nathan's neck was stuck. Yes, I could lift him up and over. If I were two or three feet taller.
It was at that moment that the bale of hay appeared beside me. I don't know if it was there before or not, but I sure hadn't noticed it in the past. Careful to keep the pressure from Nathan's neck, I stepped onto the bale. It was just the added amount of height I needed, and I was able to lift my little brother up and over the bars of the machine.
I realized that the long sentences I had in this section of my story were rather hard to grasp and understand. They weren't terrible (I didn't think), but by making sentences shorter, it seems to flow a bit better, and make things seem more tense.
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