Harold skipped along the path without a care in the world. The birds were singing, and the sun was shining. His path was interrupted by a small well. He looked to see the bottom of the well, but he couldn't see it. He did the sensible think and dropped a stone in it. After waiting for several seconds, he heard no sound so he skipped along.
Harold continued to skip through the forest without a care in the world. The leaves were dancing, and the squirrels were scurrying. Truly a lovely day to be alive. His path was again interrupted by the well. Again, he couldn't see the bottom of it. So he dropped another stone. Off he went.
Harold loved to skip in the forest. The grass tickled his feet. The butterflies were flapping their gorgeous wings.
"My oh my," Harold said. It was the well again. He picked up a stone and dropped it.
"Stop that," the well said.
"Oh my, who's there?" Harold asked.
"My name is Dasonero." A woman with three bumps on her head popped out of the well. "Why do you keep hitting me?"
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see how the deep the well was." Harold held out a hand. "Do you need help getting out of the well?"
"No, I'm the naiad of this well. I provide freshwater to all who come," Dasonero said.
"Oh, that's good. I'm awfully thirsty," Harold replied.
"Alright." Harold skipped away from the nymph. After a few seconds, he came to the well again and tossed a stone inside of it.
"What did you do that for?" Dasonero asked.
"For not getting my water, it's been a long day skipping," Harold says.
"Why do you keep doing this? Are you skipping in circles like an idiot?" Dasonero asked. Harold tossed another rock.
"That's for calling me an idiot," Harold said. A bird flew next to Dasonero.
"Just go with it. We're all terrified of him," the bird said. Dasonero looked around the forest. She saw the hamadryads and dryads stare at her with pained looks.
"My god, what have you done you monster?" Dasonero said. Harold tossed a rock at the bird.
"This is my domain. All shall obey me," he said.
"Where do you keep finding rocks?" Dasonero asked. Harold threw a rock at her. She caught it and threw it back. Harold fell over. When he got up, he cried and ran away.
"You're a meanie," he yelled.
"What a strange person," Dasonero said. Harold cried and ran past her several more times. "Do you need help getting out of here?"
"Yes," Harold said.
"Just go straight and take a left at the big red tree than a left at the tree with blue flowers," Dasonero said.
"Thank you." Harold ran off. A bird sat next to the well.
"You've saved us all."
"I'm still not sure what I did," Dasonero said.
"Me neither," the bird replied.
"I guess the lesson is don't go throwing rocks in random wells," Dasonero shrugged.
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##Well Well Well
Harold skipped along the path without a care in the world. The birds were singing, and the sun was shining. His path was interrupted by a small well. He looked to see the bottom of the well, but he couldn't see it. He did the sensible think and dropped a stone in it. After waiting for several seconds, he heard no sound so he skipped along.
Harold continued to skip through the forest without a care in the world. The leaves were dancing, and the squirrels were scurrying. Truly a lovely day to be alive. His path was again interrupted by the well. Again, he couldn't see the bottom of it. So he dropped another stone. Off he went.
Harold loved to skip in the forest. The grass tickled his feet. The butterflies were flapping their gorgeous wings.
"My oh my," Harold said. It was the well again. He picked up a stone and dropped it.
"Stop that," the well said.
"Oh my, who's there?" Harold asked.
"My name is Dasonero." A woman with three bumps on her head popped out of the well. "Why do you keep hitting me?"
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see how the deep the well was." Harold held out a hand. "Do you need help getting out of the well?"
"No, I'm the naiad of this well. I provide freshwater to all who come," Dasonero said.
"Oh, that's good. I'm awfully thirsty," Harold replied.
"Absolutely not, you're getting nothing," Dasonero said.
"Alright." Harold skipped away from the nymph. After a few seconds, he came to the well again and tossed a stone inside of it.
"What did you do that for?" Dasonero asked.
"For not getting my water, it's been a long day skipping," Harold says.
"Why do you keep doing this? Are you skipping in circles like an idiot?" Dasonero asked. Harold tossed another rock.
"That's for calling me an idiot," Harold said. A bird flew next to Dasonero.
"Just go with it. We're all terrified of him," the bird said. Dasonero looked around the forest. She saw the hamadryads and dryads stare at her with pained looks.
"My god, what have you done you monster?" Dasonero said. Harold tossed a rock at the bird.
"This is my domain. All shall obey me," he said.
"Where do you keep finding rocks?" Dasonero asked. Harold threw a rock at her. She caught it and threw it back. Harold fell over. When he got up, he cried and ran away.
"You're a meanie," he yelled.
"What a strange person," Dasonero said. Harold cried and ran past her several more times. "Do you need help getting out of here?"
"Yes," Harold said.
"Just go straight and take a left at the big red tree than a left at the tree with blue flowers," Dasonero said.
"Thank you." Harold ran off. A bird sat next to the well.
"You've saved us all."
"I'm still not sure what I did," Dasonero said.
"Me neither," the bird replied.
"I guess the lesson is don't go throwing rocks in random wells," Dasonero shrugged.
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