The Pit of Unforeseen Fortune

        Unfortunately for Ed, as he stepped out of the glade, he fell into the tribesmen pit-trap. It was a long way to the bottom and hurt.
        "Ow, that hurt," said Ed. He looked at the bottom of the pit and was considerably glad it wasn't one of those nasty pits with the spikes at the bottom. He was also glad it wasn't full of snakes or tar.
        He sat there for a while, being glad also that he hadn't been chopped into small pieces for a meal or anything either.
        Then he was glad that he found a secret side-door at the bottom of the pit. Ed opened the door and walked through it. Magical tinkling noises showered around him as he stepped through the door and it clanged behind him and disappeared.
        "Hey, Ron," said Ed, "What are you doing in here?"
        "You baffoons left me behind!" cried out Ron.
        "Well," said Ed, "You didn't miss anything that good. Only glory and feasting, and Bill got crowned as the Great Ron of the Prophecies for you."
        "All my life," began Ron, "I had wanted to be crowned the Great Ron of the Prophecies."
        "Sorry," interrupted Ed.
        "Since I was a small child, my mother told me about what it would be like."
        "I didn't mean to upset.." said Ed.
        "The fame," miserably moaned Ron, "The glory. The prestige."
        "You're already kind of famous," said Ed.
        "The respect," said Ron and he stopped, "But no more hope is there for me."
        "You might as well get out of that chair," said Ed.
        "I'm tied in it," said Ron.
        "So break through the ropes."
        "They are too thick for me," said Ron, "You may leave me here to die."
        "They aren't very thick," said Ed, "And I won't leave you to die."
        "Oh, fine," said Ron as he saw Ed get out a knife to cut the ropes. Ron got out of the chair and the ropes fell off of him.
        "You weren't tied too securely I see," said Ed.
        "Yes," said Ron, "But yes." Ron sulked.
        They walked together for a while in silence. Ed still wasn't sure where they were, but was certain that they weren't in a very nice place. Every now and again he heard drips from the ceiling.
        "Those drips," commented Ron, "were my only friends for weeks."
        "We've only been gone from you for maybe a day," said Ed.
        "Endless hours, stretching to days, to weeks, years I've been here, Ed. Without food or drink. Dying away."
        "Great thing I saved you, huh," said Ed.

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