One day Johnny was walking down the old dirt road to go visit his grandparents but noticed a well behind a bunch of tree branches.  He hasn’t see it before naming all the times he goes down to his grandparents house to steal the sweets out of the cabinets when they’re not looking.  He stooped his way over to the well to investigate the mystery behind it.  Johnny creeps closer and closer to the well, then suddenly stops as he looks in it, there was no light so it was all dark.  He calls out “hello” his voice echoes to the bottom then fades away.

He looks around and there was nothing in sight but the grandparents house far down the road and a dead apple tree.  The boy backed up a few steps then tripped over a rock landing on his butt, getting up he examines his butt, nothing big but a big hole in between the pockets of his overalls.  He didn’t laugh but was embarrassed and looked nervously but there was nobody around to laugh.  So a big smile grew on his face as he realized there’s nobody or any buildings around and that the road ends at his grandparents house.  So he quickly jumps up in the air cheering and stripping down to his knees he screams and yells in excitement to the new experience that he’s going through then he trips again and falls into the well.

There was no pain from landing but he was still cheering on and acting up.  Two hours later he curled up into little ball hoping that someone will find him but sings a few songs from Elvis Presley’s records to motivate him with hope.  Let me speed up through the story, it’s been a day and nothing two days later still nothing but on the third day of him being trapped something was coming along it’s way.  The steps were light then Johnny looks up it was a dog brown fur and big it wags it’s tail as it looks at Johnny.  Johnny felt relieved to see the dog and it was big.

Johnny said “hey get me out of here.”  The dog looks at him for a moment but turns it’s head and walks off.  The end.