Facts of life time. Periodically, there can be floods in the best of places. It happens. Factor in the rivers, their cantankerousness at being forced to stay in their banks like good little schoolchildren, and it happens. Sooner or later those running waters get ticked off at the impertinence of man and all that dam(n) concrete, and woosh, over the bank it is, to have fun with the spirits of the woodlands. They all drink deep, party the night away, and then, besodden, head back to bed, awaiting one heck of a hangover. When those ffolk of the woods get up the next night, they find all manner of flotsam and jetsam that is now considerably less floaty. They get on with their lives, as we scratch our head and wonder why it was this happened to us and who can we sue to prevent it happening again and then we forget about it so we can get back to important things, like finding out how Paris Hilton is coping with life after jail.
Catastrophic floods that just sweep out of nowhere and sweep away Piglets and Poohs and all manner of other things don't happen all that often.
( Cut because I got a wee bit wordy... )
Catastrophic floods that just sweep out of nowhere and sweep away Piglets and Poohs and all manner of other things don't happen all that often.
( Cut because I got a wee bit wordy... )