Ham and Grits had reached the tunnel before Jak and Blue Bell could have seen them. They decided to wait on the others, when Ham went to sit down, but fell in the hole. "Help!", Ham bellowed. Grits grabbed him and held on as best as she could, hoping they would get here soon. Fortunately, Blue Bell had arrived right before Grits slipped in to the well. "Thanks.", said Grits. "I'm sorry I yelled at ya, but I couldn't live with my Momma dead." "Me neither.", said Ham. Jak had finally caught up to the rest. "Slow down! You guys are like.... fast!", said Jak. After everyone stopped laughing, they prepared to jump down the well. "So, we just jump?", said Jak. "I guess so.", said Blue Bell. There was no other way down, and nothing around to cushion the fall. So, they jumped.
They woke up on the other side of the well. When they turned around, they noticed the well had collapsed. "Well, we made it.", said Jak. "Not the most proper way.", said Blue Bell. Since the children were miraculously unharmed, they decided to look for Ham and Grits' mother. There was a trail that lead them from the well to the beach. They thought they might see some footprints in the sand, but there weren't any. "They must have been here for a while.", said Blue Bell. They continued to follow the trail, and stopped under a tree to rest. When they got closer to the tree, they saw a tiny window on the front. "What?", said Ham. "It's a tree-house.", said Blue Bell. They went closer to investigate when a woman came out of the house. "Mamma!", Ham and Grits shouted with joy.
The next day...
After their family reunion, they found out their mother and their siblings had moved in with some elves, who bake cookies in living trees. They also said they knew some elves who made shoes for people, and even some who worked for Santa Claus. In the end, Ham and Grits found their mother, and lived happily.
Yes, this is The End.
