Dick and Jay sat on the ground outside the shed. The rain pelted down on them. They stared in disbelief at the lake of mud all around them. The Piper Cub slumped in the mud a few feet in front of them. Neither a wet bird nor muddy squirrel could be seen.

"It's going to be like this for some time," said Jay, gloomily, "according to the weather report."

Dick feebly told the joke about the weatherman who left town because the weather didn't agree with him--but neither of them laughed. The rain fell without remorse.

"Boy, boys, boys," said a beautiful woman with auburn hair. She had a fresh complexion. She wore a wet, slightly muddy, mauve dress. She sat down between them, covering them with her pink umbrella.

Dick kissed his wife on the cheek. He reached down into the vanilla box for his sandwich. The box tumbled out of his hands and landed in a puddle. It floated.

"That's it,