Whoo-Hoo Hook

The younger generations of Underlings may bring sighs and (often) screams to their elders, there are times when uninhibited minds come up with non-traditional inventions. Unfortunately some of these ideas have the potential to cause social upheaval. Such was the results of the Whoo-Hoo Hook, an invention that promised to revolutionize their daily lives. It involved being catapulted through the air from tree to tree, soaring over gorges and rivers with ease. Honestly, it was used by those too impatient to use ropes or climb stairs.
The process was simple yet exhilarating. First, an Underling would don a vest adorned with countless small hooks made from thorns of sturdy plants. The hooks were sharp yet flexible enough not to pierce skin, making it perfect for latching onto bark or rope. Then, they'd sprint towards a specially constructed catapult that shot them skyward like arrows released from a bow. The launcher was always operated by another member of their community who stood ready with a long, sturdy pole. As soon as the Underling reached full speed and leaped toward the target branch or line, the operator would swing the pole back swiftly and release it with all their might. There was no pause between steps in this journey; each action flowed seamlessly into another until you were sailing through the air faster than a shooting star.
As you left the ground your heart would leap into your throat and your stomach would flip-flop like a fish on dry land; but once you caught your first branch or rope, your fear subsided into sheer delight. The wind whistled past your ears, rustling leaves and carrying sweet scents of flowers as you traversed between branches at breakneck speed - all while dodging pesky birds who didn't appreciate their territory being invaded in such an unconventional manner.
It was truly thrilling!
You could even twist and turn mid-flight if need be, using special knots tied onto the lines to guide yourself left or right - although this required incredible skill and balance which not everyone possessed. Some even attempted front flips while flying through space before catching their next perch!
Upon landing on solid ground again (or rather, branches), your heart would race non-stop as if it wanted to escape your chest whilst giggles danced upon your tongue from this unforgettable ride; but there was always that lingering concern about what could go wrong...
What if I miss my mark?
Or worse... what if I get stuck somewhere high up?
These thoughts never deterred anyone completely though; after all, danger added spice to existence in fairytales. Plus, nets filled with soft cushions caught anyone who miscalculated their aim or lost control mid-flight – though these moments were rare due to extensive training under experienced teachers at flying schoo