something taken and falling into hole

I walked home from the shop having bought some nuts. I placed them in a bowl and set the bowl aside while I briefly climbed the stairs to my apartment, which was very much like a treehouse. Upon returning, the nuts had been eaten and I knew who had eaten them. I thought about what to do and decided to get some money from my wallet and give it to the girl who had eaten my nuts, so she could walk to the shop and buy some more for me. Although I was a little angry, and now that the nuts were gone, I thought this may resolve the matter without unnecessary drama, and may teach the girl the value of not taking what was not given to her. Coins in hand, I went to speak with the girl, but a giant pile of bark mulch with a cavernous hole in the centre of the pile stood between me and the girl. I somehow gravitated to the pile and fell down the hole, perhaps twenty feet into the dug-out earth. I was terrified as I knew at any moment the mulch could fall into the hole and bury me alive. I called to the girl and begged her to get help and fast. Moments later some circus performers appeared at the mouth of the hole and one, a man I know, tied a rope around his torso and somersaulted into the hole, tethered me to him, and the other performers pulled us out. I was grateful to be saved, thanks to the performers and the girl.

fair boy

I was travelling along a road that ran alongside the beach, high up, as though on the edge of a tall cliff. I was with a blonde toddler who was on a skateboard, and I was running to keep up with him. Suddenly he turned off the road, hoisted the skateboard onto his little shoulders, and ran down a flight of stairs. I ran after him, concerned that he would lose his foothold or become unbalanced by the weight of the board and fall. The old cement stairs twisted and turned so that he was just out of view. I passed someone I knew from my teenage years and said hello, but had to keep moving on so that I could follow the boy. As I ran, I approached a landing area somewhere in the middle of the steep flight of stairs and I saw the youngster open the rock lid of a secret chamber in a wall and climb inside, obviously hoping to play a trick on me. I was terribly anxious about his safety, thinking of the creatures that might hide in such a damp and dark space and hoping that he would be able to get out. When I reached the wall, I opened the rock lid and could see his fair head ducked down inside, but the neck of the opening had contracted and he was now too big to climb out - his head was larger than the hole. I ran my hands over the wall, desperate to find another way to pull him out, terrified that he would be entombed. I found an opening further up the wall and could see that there was a small tunnel, only just big enough for him to crawl through.