There's a deep black hole and at the bottom is a little man. He's saying something but it's nearly impossible to hear what it is.
I get down on my belly hoping that it might help, although I still can't hear what he's saying.
The man stops speaking for a moment then continues on. I grumble under my breath. "I can't hear what you're saying!"
The wind picks up. The trees creak as they begin to bend. The leaves shake like pom-poms. The grass under my belly is getting colder. I don't know what to do.