I knelt at the rim and lapped at the water like a dog. Gagging and gasping I vomited back into the pool. The water was putrid! I hurled myself back against the wall and struggled for air. If this was a well, it must have surely poisoned its makers. I struggled to my feet and raced back outside to catch my breath. I realized that the air smelled like the well – rancid and toxic. Yet, I reentered the foul chasm to search for traces of my ethereal companion. Opposite the doorway, on a low shelf in the wall I found another clue.

 

 

 

the creeks run dry and the well waters spoilt
i got nuthin to eat and now you take away my water?
why dont you just take me and get it over with?
i spose that preachers house up the creek will be empty to

 

 

 

 

 

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