Question

It was the seventh day of the month with 29 days. Mignon and his followers were trundling down the hill that day. The sky gods seemed angry. A distant flash and rumble warned them of the fury that was waiting for them. Mignon wondered out loud - "Are we climbing down or are we climbing up?". His followers wracked their brains for an answer. The harder they thought, the faster they descended the steep hill. No one paid any attention to the perils along the way. They just were grappling with the question. Finally when they reached the bottom of the hill, they were too tired to think about it. Let's ask great Mignon what he meant, they mumbled and went to sleep.