Babies are cute! To the well!
There is hardly any space to move, but you and Dave and Barbara are
standing at the bottom of the well, packed like beef jerky sticks in a
can.
You look up. The darkness of the basement offers very little light.
The light ends halfway down the well. In the darkness, you feel
something move against you. No questions asked, however. This is an
extreme situation. We'll clear up any embarrassments later.
Only, this hand is quite tiny and at your ankle. It slaps your ankle
lightly. Then some rubbery mooshy thing gums at your ankle. This would
be the proper time to inquire to your friends about the matter, only
you can hear the old man at the top of the well.
There aren't any babies down here! It's rather lovely, in a charming
quaint way.
