I gaze solemnly into the shallow water. If I jumped down I would break a leg, or worse. And even if I did make to the bottom alive and well there was no way I would be able to climb back up, and I would not be jumping down every time I needed some water. There was only one safe and practical way to get water, even now I wonder if I am still sane. I was going to dig a tunnel.
I went into the shed and sighed, there must have been an easier way than this, I looked around for something, anything, but yet I saw nothing, just the goat. Staring at me with those eyes, those horrible eyes, like daggers in the dark attempting to stab at you at any available opportunity. It seemed that he was doing it on purpose. No wait I am cracking up I said to myself, it’s just because of the lack of water and food and the fact that it was so terribly warm for January.
I got the shovel and went back to the well, and started to dig with every movement two beady eyes swiveled round in their socket, mocking me. Thankfully the hole got so deep that I could no longer see the goat, and it couldn’t see me.
The sweat was dripping from my head it was 3 O’clock and I felt like I couldn’t go any further, I stopped to wipe my face, the heat was astonishing, I didn’t think I had the strength to carry on. Wiping my brow I lifted my shovel and struck.
It happened very quickly after that, first I felt my feet slipping and I saw that the dirt around my ankles were draining away, very quickly. I suddenly felt myself being lurched of my feet and falling through the air, I seemed to be falling very quickly. Too quickly, everything went white.
When I awoke it was dark, I could hardly see four feet in front of me, so I waited for my eyes to get used to the dark. I fumbled around for the bucket I swung for it and to my surprise it was full. I looked around my tunnel was very high I started over to it, and tripped over a pile of rubble. My eyes followed the trail of rubble and I saw that it was piled high, like a staircase to the tunnel.
I was too thirsty to wait when I got back too the hut to even pour it into a cup so I took a massive slug out of the bucket and collapsed onto the bed and waited for morning. Morning, and another hectic day.
