His gray hair disappeared into the well and I followed. I took one last look around and thought to myself, "I don't know what's down there but it feels like I should go." It was hard to grip the ladder with my flashlight hand. I went very slowly one rung at a time. I called down, "Hey Dad, about how far down is this well?" I heard no response. "Where did you go?" I hollered. The ferns above started closing over the top of the well. It was now pitch black. I could tell my father wasn't below, but it sounded like water dripping.
My knees buckled as I dropped down from the last rung. It was a big open cave. I started to get up off of the ground when I realized I had landed on the frog. He was completely squished in my pocket, great. "Well it's like I always say, could be worse" I said to myself. I started to wave the flashlight around to see where my father went.
In the far end of the cave he appeared holding a torch. The flame woofed towards me. I could feel my eyebrows being singed by the flame. "Whoah! What the hell are you doing? Where did you go?" I demanded. "Chill, chill, Tommy boy have a puff on this herb, you'll feel better" he said while handing me a joint. I yanked it out of his hand and put it in my mouth and proceeded to light it with the torch. After taking a few puffs I started to calm down. "I'm sorry about the frog, I don't think he made the trip." I said whilst patting my pants pocket to pull out the frog. My father dangled the frog alive as can be in front of me and said "This little guy, he's just fine." I shrugged my shoulders and took another puff.
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