My stepdad took me to work, and he told me I could climb trees.
I woke up in a hospital. Wait, did I mention that my stepdad was a lumberjack?
Alright, listen up, dummy. So, the stepdad, who's a lumberjack, tells the storyteller they can climb trees. Harmless, right? WRONG! Next thing you know, our storyteller is waking up in a hospital because, duh, lumberjacks chop down trees, not climb them. You probably thought tree climbing was about hugging trees. You probably call your mom every night before you go to bed.