It sounds like I should recognise the title as a poem from English Literature many years ago. Thats an exam taken and forgotten, I can tell you!
Anyway - my random question rudely confined me to 400 thingumywhatsits. So I shall answer here.
What would I do if stuck down a well with a goat and a slinky?
The well, I am assuming, is dry. I am am unhurt. How lucky!! The goat, we shall decide, is a Nanny goat, happy to be milked. I am claiming dibs on sunny weather. Cool, like an English summer's day.
To the escape.
I shall bask awhile, and drink the milk I have in the new, clean bucket which luckily fell down with me. As soon as I am bored of basking and playing with my slinky, I shall scream - Lady Penelope style - and I shall keep screaming until someone comes to help. And, frankly, I can scream for hours - boredom does that to me! Should I tire I shall pinch the goat (it's for her own good. Don't look at me like that!) and she shall scream for help too.I shall keep pinching her (very very gently, of course) until someone comes to rescue her. We shall leave together. We have, after all, survived a desperate situation and are now comrades!
I intend to only fall down wells close to animal rescue groups - they will be out in any weathers to rescue a goat in distress. Once on dry land, the goat and I shall bathe, seperately, and I shall go home and write about my exciting day out in my blog. I shall visit my new found friend weekly, bearing armfuls of good, green grass.
Will that do?
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Interesting to know.
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