[In real life, we were digging a traditional dug well]
I was digging a well, and once I reached about 3 meters deep, water started to slowly seep in — coming from the corner closest to the house, which stood about 15 meters away. Over the next few days, that trickle grew stronger, a small hollow formed in the ground beside the house, and the water level in the well started rising faster than the pumps could empty it. Eventually, the well began to overflow, and a crack appeared in the wall of the house.
A few households from my home, there was a grand wedding celebration going on. I stood at my house watching the water flow getting faster and the sinkhole growing deeper. The crack in the house widened, and a deep sense of fear set in me. Water began pouring out of the hollow as well. Soon, it became a fast-flowing ditch. The crack in the house was now so wide that I could see from the yard straight into the house.
I ran to the wedding guests, and there was no need to explain anything, they could see for themselves what was happening and began packing up their party. I never even made it back to my house. That small ditch turned into a foaming river, carrying off large chunks of earth. One side of the house collapsed into the torrent, and shortly after, the entire structure followed. Everything rushed downstream, and oddly enough, just two plots over, everything looked perfectly normal again.
The water, along with everything it carried, vanished somewhere into the hedge and decorative plants separating the properties. In place of my home, there was nothing but raging water. It had taken everything, and on my plot, maybe a few square meters of lawn were left, everything else, gone for good, with no trace.
[A few weeks later, the real well was finished. I had planned for a 10-meter depth, but at 5.5 meters, the water yield was so good that in just four hours, the well filled to the surface. So we stopped there, and hopefully there’ll still be water even in a dry summer.]