Ding, dong, bell
The cat's in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Trout.
I was padding along on the sidewalk, my fur sleek and shiny, a purr in my throat, when suddenly, small hands were grabbing me. I yowled in surprise, hissing in indignation, my tortoiseshell fur starting to fluff out. I remember attempting to bite my assailant, but stopped when I saw who it was that had me... Johnny Green! He was the meanest kid in the neighborhood, and my heart quailed at what he would do to me.
Suddenly, he was letting go of me, and I was falling, falling down into blackness. I wailed in terror, the sound of my fright bouncing back at me and overlapping in strange ways. I splashed into the water, floundering, and was surprised to find that it was shallow. I was instantly glad that the well hadn't been that deep, but not so glad when I remembered that this particular well wasn't frequented. Shivering, I pressed to the side, keeping as much of my fur out of the water as I could, and starting mew pitifully.
Eventually, another boy passing boy stuck his head over the edge above me. He called down, presumably to see if I was alright, but I didn't understand what he said. I blinked up with him, and became alarmed as a large object came hurtling down towards me, followed by a shout from the boy. I pressed closer to the side, hissing, as the bucket splashed into the water. I heard a faint creaking, and the bucket rose from the water a little. Realizing my chance, I clambered inside, swaying perilously as the bucket started to ascend inch by inch. The pace was slow, but as soon as I was able to, I jumped onto the rim of the well. I peered at the boy, realizing it was Tommy Trout. I mewed in thanks, leapt to the ground, and bolted away, heading for home.