- Jun 18, 2015
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It wasn't like he'd chosen to get into a drainage pipe. Not at all. But he'd been walking, and he'd heard a weird noise, and then all of a sudden he'd been on a damned rescue mission, because there was a tiny little critter doggy paddling at the bottom of the drain. It was deep enough that he didn't think he'd drown, but whatever animal it was (hedgehog? porcupine? He wasn't entirely clear on the difference) was far too small to have any hope of touching the bottom. He had no idea how long it had been in there, and he had no idea how long it was going to last, but if he was going to guess, it'd be a pretty short amount of time.
He'd forced up the drain himself, shoving his fingers into the edge and lifting it physically, and then... well, then he'd run out of plan. There wasn't really a plan. He had no idea how deep the drain went, so he didn't want to risk going in feet first, which meant he was going to have to lower himself in face first, and try and reach it. It shouldn't be that hard of a reach, but... well, it wasn't exactly the smartest idea.
Smartest idea or not, it was the only idea he had. No one else seemed close enough, so he lay flat down on his belly, wiggling himself forward until his head, chest, and arms were in the hole.
Time to go fishing, and he dipping his hands in the water, trying to catch the poor thing before it drowned.