Hmmm....in the heat of the moment...did I make a "boo boo?"

Yes, it was a noble sentiment .....to swear to go down the "tunnel" and try to rescue poor Colonel Mustard ....yet when one considers the scope....the magnitude....the gravity of such a statement made in haste and HONEST concern and empathy...still....its a SOBERING thought.....
(WHAT have I done???)
Do I REALLY want to go down......there....with those .....people?  Of course, rescuing old Mustard is paramount in my frontal lobe....yet.....so much to mull over....for example:

I'm afraid of heights - everyone who knows me knows this!

I just got groomed (what a pain!) - do I really want to get all icky and be a "dirty bird?"

Is there room for me to tote "Bubba," my best pal and boon companion?  I don't think so!

My human mom and dad would be SO miserable if anthing untoward happened to me!  Their poor, wine soaked lives would be over!! 🍷and that would be so sad....for them!