A long time ago, there was a village full of hills called Squill. In that village, lots of things were built on hills. They had McDonalds’ on hills, they had Targets on hills, they even had cart-washes on hills. Also, their wells were on hills. Nobody fell down the hills. That was just silly. They lived around them. They tottered on them since the age of two. They even went to the bathroom on them. Hills were a part of their life.
One day Jack’s mother said to him, “Now take your sister and get me some water, so we can have chicken soup.” Jack loved chicken soup. He laced up his boots, and ran outside to get Jill. Jill was sitting on the steps playing with her dolls. “Come on Jill, we have to get water, so we can have chicken soup!”
Jill’s mouth watered when she heard that. She got up, and said, “I love chicken soup,” and ran off behind Jack.
If you saw Jack and Jill together, you’d think they were twins. They both had blond hair, blue eyes, and a face full of freckles. On the outside, the only differences were that Jill had long hair, and that Jack was a little bit taller. On the inside, Jill was more timid, and shy. Jack was adventurous and bold. That was why Jack led the way to the well.
Halfway up the hill, on their quest for chicken soup, Jack paused and said, “That’s funny, it’s a little bit slippery up here.” Jill shrugged and they moved on. They got to the well.
“I think our soup will have to wait until tomorrow.”
Jack looked at Jill, obviously annoyed, and said “It won’t rain until we get home. Besides, I know these hills like the back of my hand. Remember, we live in Squill.”
Right after he said that, it started raining. Jill wanted to go home so much, she started crying.
“Get your bucket, and come on!” Jack said. And poor Jill was left to follow behind her scowling brother. Already soaked through, she sat down. When Jack didn’t notice that she wasn’t following him, she started laughing. The kind you couldn’t stop even if you got hit in the stomach with a block of wood.
Jack turned around and started shaking his fist. His hair was plastered down, and the rain was filling up his bucket faster than the well did. Suddenly, he toppled over backward. All those times when he said you couldn’t fall down a hill, were suddenly wrong.
Jill started laughing so hard, that she tumbled down after him, leaving the bucket on top of the hill.
“Boy, will Jack be mad at me,” Jill thought. Then remembering that mad look on his face made her laugh again.
That night at dinner, they didn’t have chicken soup. They had chicken and corn on the cob. When Jill told their dad what happened, he couldn’t help laughing, too. Their mother looked at him disapprovingly, and Jill looked at the scowl on Jack’s face. Then, their dad laughed so hard that he toppled over backward in his chair. He popped up so confused that they all laughed until they all toppled over backward. They looked at each other, and started laughing.
