“What is it?”
“It’s a rabbit hole, of course.”
“My dad said that rabbits don’t make big holes.”
“Your dad is wrong. What do you think it was that Alice went down?”
Tony kicked a stone into the behemoth hole.
“That was just a story.”
“The stories we hear in Sunday school are true and they are just as weird.”
“Yeah, but those came from God.”
“Men wrote them down though. What if one of them wasn’t actually getting the stories from God?”
Tony looked down into the darkness and felt for the first time, the sensation of absolute uncertainty.