Poor Aunt Lavinia...

My Aunt Lavinia hasn't been feeling well for the past couple of weeks, so we called the doctor. The doctor stopped to see her (yes, in Maine, doctors still make house calls). When he was done, he asked for a glass of water, so we steered him out to the well (there are still some things lacking here at Chez618). The doctor was leaning over a little too far, and fell into the well.

I pulled him out and told him to treat the sick, and leave the well alone.

(H/T Max Morath, the ragtime pianist I mentioned here)