When Ruth, my sister seven years older than I am, was young she had a baby duck. (This event happened before I was born.) For sport, she was chasing her duck through the yard. Our dad had removed the wooden frame that protected the well so he could repair it.
The results were not as bad as they could have been. Ruth didn't fall into the well, but her baby duck did. Upon her insistence, Daddy drew bucket after bucket of water to rescue the duck, but he never found it.
My sister's recollection of losing her duck in the well inspired a scene in The Dream Bucket.
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