After almost three weeks on non-stop rain here, I can relate!
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The rain fell, the water rose, and folks in the town scrambled up onto their rooftops to safety. They hollered across the flood to one another, made sure everybody was accounted for, and excitedly identified things that floated by:
"There goes Jack's tool shed!"
"Isn't that Betsy's front porch swing?"
"Golly, the Preacher's whole garage!"
Then somebody noticed a little straw hat behaving oddly. It floated downstream about 60 feet, then stopped and came back upstream! After 60 feet or so it floated back downstream, then stopped and came upstream again. Nobody could figure it out!
Finally little Billy piped up: "Well, this morning Grandad said he was gonna mow the front lawn, come hell or high water."
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