The Well

I went to the well for water. I dropped the bucket into the well and watched it splash into the water below. The water flew up towards my face. I leaned forward too far to try and drink it, and fell in.

While down there, I cupped water to my mouth and took a few gulps. Then I climbed the bucket’s rope till I got to the top, and got out. I was drenched.

I smiled at my dog Rexy, who had accompanied me to the well. She said, “You seem to have no qualms about looking like an idiot.” I agreed. I said that it keeps me sprightly.