Drip. Drip. Drip. Always. Drip, drip, drip. Kevin sits curled, head covered. The sounds echo. Drip. Drip. Drip. Winds howl. Bats screech. And always... drip, drip, drip. Stalagmites. Or stalactites? His mind tries to focus on anything other than the dreary now. Does anyone miss him? Does anyone care? They should. It'd make the news. "Field trip cave-in," Kevin's mind wanders. Anything to escape the drip, drip, drip. Should have stayed with the group. Couldn't. The bullies push and shove. The never-ending laughter. Always the laughter. Like water. Drip. Drip. Drip. Should have stayed. Would be safe. The rescuers come for them. Not him. Drip, drip, drip. The sound still mocks. Kevin curls further in. No one misses him. Drip, drip-- Kevin unfolds. That horrid sound... Quiet. A new sound. Digging! The rock breaks! A figure appears! Kevin knows that cape and howl. Dogboy. A friendly paw helps him stand. Safe arms hold him well. A single step, the boy is safe. Parents greet with warm love. The job is done, all are found-- thanks to the Heroic Hound.
Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.
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