One starry night, when the full moon was glowing brightly in the night sky, an old man walked to the village well to fetch some water. As he peered into the well, something unexpected caught his eye. He froze in place, staring down into the water. His heart skipped a beat. "Wait... is that the moon? It’s fallen into the well!" he thought, completely bewildered. Without a moment’s hesitation, he ran home to grab a rope and a hook, determined to rescue the moon and put it back in the sky. "The moon belongs up there, not stuck in some well," he mumbled to himself as he hurried back to the water’s edge. Carefully, he lowered the hook into the well, confident that he was about to save the day. The hook caught onto something, it was a large stone at the bottom of the well but to him, he thought it was the moon.   He began pulling with all his strength. "This is one heavy moon," he thought, straining as hard as he could. He pulled and pulled, but it just wouldn’t...