Anyway, there I was minding my own business, when Mommy came up behind me and shoved a plastic bag over my head, bashed me with a rock, and dumped me in the well. What. a. BITCH! If all she ever wanted was me, why'd she try to kill me? I mean, you think you know someone. I think Daddy must've come out to help Mommy cover up the well, cause I don't think she could move big rocks like that on her own.
Jokes on them though, cause I didn't die. I'm still alive, and I swear I'll get out and have my revenge. Its really dark in here, though. Man is this well filthy! I hope nobody ever drank this water, its absolutely vile. And the walls are slimy. Maybe tomorrow, I'll try climbing out. Here's hoping!