He calls me by name this time. Instinctively, I drop my bucket into the well. The last time it took two hours to get it out again.
I hear the cry.
And I look around.
All the people are looking at me, waiting to see what I'll do. They turn their backs.
"Wolf!"
His voice rings out, panicked and distant. They won't go. They don't believe him now, don't believe he's worth it. Its just another lie. That's what they're thinking. And I'm thinking it too.
But is it worth the risk?
The bucket's already in the well, so what have I got to lose? I start to run.
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