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There they
all were gathered together, right near the
well when it happened. Muff was lapping from
the bucket, the horses and Cool slobbering,
G standing there, and J sitting on the edge,
the most dangerous place, of course. F & F
were up in the trees nearby scoping out a place
to sleep for the night.
All of a sudden there was one big humongous whomping
sucking noise from the well and all .. I said,
ALL ... of them were sucked in together. Luckily
the horses had their baskets still on. This time
I think they were further away from home, koz
they stayed in the well quite awhile. They weren't
quite as stretched out and skinny this time in
the fatter well.
Again it was like dark molasses syrup, or honey
that they 'swam' through. The horses and Cool
were upside down and slowly kicking through the
thick syrup, glubbing into each other. Good thing
they were behind G & J, so no one was kicked
in the face. Muff was the last one in and was
dog-paddling through the thick stuff. G couldn’t
swim or float, so she just relaxed and hung out
suspended. Julio was trying to swim, but ended
up on his back. Well, there was no way to be
certain who was on their back or on their tummy,
koz when you get sucked down a well, you just
can’t tell which side is right-side-up at all.
It seemed like they were in this syrupy tunnel
for a least 15 or 20 minutes. No problem breathing
in the stuff; it just felt thick. All of a sudden
they were cast upon the ground like being spit
out of some big tube. When they looked around,
it wasn’t the little well pipe that they were spit
out of; it was the big culvert down by the road
in front of Granma’s place. The horses were on
their sides and kicking to get up.
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