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The Feckless Twit and the Hole

Falling down a hole was a stupid chose; on reflection. Especially a hole filled with so many gooey things and only dim light from above. The goo was also starting to invade his pants. He hoped he hadn’t shat himself. Doing that more then once in your adult life made it your ‘thing’.

With a bit of effort he was able to get to his feet and feel around. He was definitely in a hole. Four sides, damp ground; the usually suspects for a hole. Though he could feel a draft coming from one side. That wasn’t usual…or at least he assumed it wasn’t. Exploring the area with his, now freezing cold, hands he found an opening about 1m in diameter. Feeling he had nothing to loose he climbed in it.

Wiggling forward was slow and felt like he was traveling down the birth canal. Panic was starting to build when he saw a light ahead and the breeze began to smell like roasted almonds. The light seemed like that of a fire or perhaps coals. He got to the end of the tunnel and saw the most amazing thing of his life so far…

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