There's a wyrm in the well, you've heard people say. It climbs out at night, takes stray cats and dogs back to its home. Little children are forbidden from playing near, for if they're bitten they'll surely be poisoned and die. The water is tainted and vile, thick like sludge that draws insects in like honey.

They say there's a wyrm in the well, but you know better. For wyrms don't burn quite as nice, you think to yourself as you prepare a lit match to be dropped into its nest...