A frog in a well shaft seeing the sky.

(It was) like a giant hand reaching down from the sky, grabbing me like a frog, and throwing me full force into a concrete wall. I looked back just in time to see the water as it hit me ... I felt my life flash before my eyes ... I slammed into the rock, on my side. And I could feel the cracking of bone.

Shaft.

Talk doesn't cook rice.

The black dog gets the food; the white dog gets the blame

Steal a bell with one's ears covered