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Monday's Child is fair of face, Tuesday's Child is full of grace,
Wednesday's Child is full of woe
, Thursday's Child has far to go, Friday's Child is loving and giving, Saturday's Child works hard for a living but the Child born on the Sabbath Day is fair and wise and good and gay.***
It looked like an ordinary well. Quaint but quite ordinary. An oak-paneled bucket tied to a slightly fraying hemp rope dangled over the thick wooden cover that was weathered and aged.
"Whoa! Check this shit out!" Christian was the first to approach it, dropping his Birdman sneakers in the thick surrounding grass and howling about it. "Damn! I don't wanna mess my shit up!"
Mitchell and Selina giggled, French-kissing each other while strolling over. "Shoulda got some bobos for the trip, dude."
His girlfriend laughed, sucking on the joint and passing it to a scowling Christian. "Try lifting your feet."
The twosome cracked up as Hannah trekked behind, pushing her glasses up and gazing at her friends. "It might be a wishing well."
"A wishing well? Cool!" Christian exclaimed, walking in an exaggerated fashion to protect his precious shoes. "Let's get the lid off."
"No. I don't think that's a good idea." Her admonition fell on deaf ears. "It's been sealed for a reason."
"Reason, shmeason. I want to be rich!" Selina took a spot next her boyfriend who was searching for a chink in the seam around the well's concrete lip. "Don't you?"
"Absolutely!" Christian's fingers found a space between the wood and stone and he pushed his fingers in, growling as he attempted to lift the lid. "Come on, Hannah! Give us a hand!"
Hannah took a step back, her hackles rising. Something wasn't right about this place, about this well. Whatever it was, it wasn't a wishing well. "Guys, something's wrong. Don't ... "
Before she could finish her sentence, the aged wood broke apart and portions of the lid flew everywhere, a large chunk barely missing Hannah's head. Selina leaned over, peering into the dark depths.
"Hello!" Her voice echoed hollowly down the brick throat of the well with no reply. Stoned, she giggled. "Guess no one's home."
"I'm gonna make a wish." Christian stepped forward, not as brave as Selina to lean over the side. "I wish I had a bunch of money." The foursome looked around, as if money would magically appear out of thin air.
"That didn't work." Mitchell guffawed, slapping him on the shoulder. "Ask for brains. Worked in
The Wizard of Oz
."