Well not really a lake, more like a puddle. But Puddle Cindy wouldn't...no. Definitely, it wouldn't. Forget I said that. Anyway Cindy doesn't live there any more. Used to, doesn't now. Just the lake.
The New Englanders have been missing their mud. Usually this time of year there's plenty of it. But this year no; not enough snow. New Englanders become uncomfortable when the weather's better than they think they deserve, talk of disasters in the making. No mud? Brush fires. That was yesterday. But now - look. Blessed mud. Not much, maybe, but nonetheless mud. And Lake Cindy. Drought has been postponed until the weekend. A narrow escape. For now.
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