"So there I was, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining clear and the skies were a clear blue. I was taking a mid-day stroll through the park and I wanted to go by the old well. 
 There was a small child playing around the well, his name escapes my memory now, but I know he was acosting me and berating me. 
 I asked him kindly to cease in his insults. He refused, as you may know children are very indignant. 
I became increasingly annoyed with his antics and decided to put an end to it myself. 
I ran towards him with my arms streched out in front of me. I made contact with his chest, and with a heavy thud, he flew back. He hit the outer wall of the well and fell to the bottom. 
It felt as if it took twenty minutes for him to hit the stale, standing water at the bottom. But when he did, there was a great splash. 
So great in fact, that droplets of water came all the way to the top and danced on my cheeks like dew on a lily in the morn. 
I guffawed at my deed and proceeded to walk to the lemonade stand to quench my mighty thirst. 
And that's how Timmy fell down the well. "