James

While walking one day, I tripped suddenly and fell into a very deep hole. I tried to climb, but couldn’t get a grip. I kicked the walls, but nothing came loose. I screamed, but no one could hear. I soon found a tiny trickle of water. It was just enough to drink. Below it grew a tiny patch of moss. It was just enough to eat. That was a long time ago, but still I kick and scream and eat and drink. This is my job.