Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Apparently, some moron had decided that a well located at the top of a hill would be better than one located at a convenient distance to one’s house.

Anyway, young Jack and Jill went up this hill, bucket in hand, and reached the well in no time flat. They were young, and strong, and ascending a hill was like a walk in the park to the likes of you and me. Jack lowered the bucket down into the well, and as he was reeling it back up, considerably heavier than in its empty state, he passed a mighty poof of gas.

“Ha ha!” Jill laughed. “You farted!”

Now Jack was a rustic boy, and in truth was accustomed to breaking wind when and wherever necessary. However, he had a small schoolboy’s crush on Jill, and was now quite mortified to the point of blushing that she had caught him in such an uncouth act.

However, being the young and shy schoolboy that he was, his only recourse was to throw her to the ground, sit on her chest, and release another noxious cloud directly into Jill’s face.

“Uhg!” Jill exclaimed, struggling. “That’s gross!”

Jack finally released her after making sure that Jill got a deep lungful of the gas, and she gave him a large thwock to the head in retaliation. Jack shrugged it off and went back to retrieving the pail of water.

Jill flounced off in a huff, back down the mountain path, and, as she rounded the bend, conceived of a delicious plan of revenge. She stopped, removed her panties, squatted down, and let loose a huge pile of steaming poo directly into the middle of the path. She covered it loosely with a bit of tall grass, and then hid behind a nearby rock.

Jack came traipsing down the path, pail of water in hand, whistling idly as he enjoyed the day. And then, whoops! He stepped in the pile of poo and went flying into the air. He went this-a-way and the pail went that-a-way! Jill came out from her hiding place, laughing and laughing, screaming with the mirth of it all, tears streaming from her eyes and down her cheeks, watching as Jack tumbled down the hill, arms and legs akimbo.

And yet, Jill was not watching her footing with all the laughter, and herself stepped in the remaining poo! And she went this- and that-a-way as she also came tumbling down the hill after Jack. So — lesson learned.

Now, it came to pass, as it does with many young kids who grow to adolescence together, that Jack and Jill eventually found themselves in a hay-barn with little more than boredom and lust to keep themselves occupied. And Jack did remove Jill’s skirt, and saw that her youthful penchant for evacuating her bowels without then wiping clean was a habit that had persisted. And her anus and buttocks were a deep rich brown color that did in fact smell quite richly.

And Jack was then cured of his youthful crush on the erst fair Jill, and made no further attempts at seduction.