Once upon a time, a young kiwi was hopping through the forest, whistling a merry tune. Suddenly, and without warning, he fell into a deep abandoned well that had been covered with leaves.
At first, the kiwi didn't know what had happened. He sat there, blinking, trying to adjust to his new surroundings. But it was dark, and he couldn't see a thing. He looked up and saw the faintest glimmer of sunlight streaming in from above.
Soon, another kiwi peered over the edge and called down to him, "are you ok, down there?"
"No," said the first kiwi, "you see, i'm trapped in this hole with no way out."
"Oh that's horrible!" cried the second kiwi, "what should we do?"
Soon some other kiwis gathered 'round the hole, peering blankly into the depths. As they fretted, an old coyote happened along, whistling a merry tune.
"What's going on here?" he asked cheerfully.
"I fell into this hole!" a voice came up from below.
The coyote peered into the darkness. "Can't you get out?" he asked.
"No," said the first kiwi, "I have no wings, i can't fly. I have no arms, i can't climb. I'm trapped forever."
"Oh my, that's terrible," said the coyote, "but, y'know, i"ve fallen in a few holes before. Maybe i can help you get out of this one. Can you feel around in the dark and see what's down there that you might use?"
From the depths he heard the kiwi mutter, "oooohhh, Mr. Big Shot, aren't you the arrogant coyote, thinking you're all better than me with your dippy optimisim. don't judge me, i didn't choose to be here. why don't you go arse off!"
"Sorry," just trying to help shouted the coyote, "I know you didn't choose to fall in the hole, but now that you're down there, you can choose to find a way out. Hey, what if i threw down a rope or something? could you grab that with your beak?"
"Why can't you just leave me be?" wailed the kiwi from the bottom of the well, "who asked you anyway?"
"Ok, then," asked the coyote, "what do you want?"
""Well," the kiwi pondered a moment, "it is awfully lonely down here!"
With that, the other kiwis conferred and nodded at one another. Then, one by one, they leaped into the hole to join their comrade.
The coyote looked into the black depths, "You guys sure you want to be down there? You going to be ok?"
"Why don't you join us?" yelled the first kiwi, "or do you think you're too good for that?"
"No thanks," smiled the coyote, "i'd rather take my chances up here. Besides, I have a date with a beautiful fox tonight. But I'll stop by and check on you from time to time, though, and see how you're doing. Good luck!" and he sauntered off, whistling his merry tune again.
"WE don't need him, anyway," grumbled the kiwi to his mates. "Coyotes and their false positivity, bahh. We have each other. Down here. At the bottom of this hole... it's not so bad... kinda getting used to it really...."