Dropped like a hot potato

There he is, a chip off the old block, my good friend, as common as dirt, though it was as clear as mud that he needed my help. Not knowing his ass from his elbow, in broad daylight there he is, hanging off that damn cliff by his finger nails. Like I told him before, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but does he listen to me? No! It's like talking to a brick wall! Feet skimming the edge of the dirt cliff, I contemplate on if I'm even going to save him or not. But...I guess....blood is thicker than water. Though he did bite off more than he could chew, I told him that if he backed up anymore he would fall. It just cut the ground right out from under him when he fell, making me have to hold back a half a yelp and a half a laugh. But, I'm not one to have a cow, so I casually walked over, though it was against my nature and against the grain for me, I knelt down and crammed my neck over the end. "What's up?" I asked him, and he scoffed at me, wiggling his legs as if he had ants in his pants. Reaching down, I grabbed his hands that were as cold as ice, my eyes caught his face, it was as white as snow! "Hey!" I yelled, "Its a hell of a lot better than being poked in the eye with a sharp stick!" he again scoffed while I heaved his body, as heavy as an ox I figured from shear peril. Once back on common ground, he flung his arms around me and said "You're the best thing since sliced bread!" Laughing to myself, I just asked him, "Where you born in a barn or something!?" though I did not get a reply, I figured as much. Without words, we got up and returned to our home, safe and sound.