Jake and Gail had been living quite comfortably on a small island called Samish. They were the care-takers of 580 achers of duck land. Having many beautiful, but rustick, cabins to choose from. Rain water being their only sorce for laundry, and flushing.
On the back edge of this old club house was a deep concreet hole to collect any and all rain water that fell in the Pacific North West. In it, hung a bucket with a string to pull it up.
On this beautiful day all was not happy in the summer sun. Gail paced back and, forth, "Somethings wrong Jake, something is so terribly out of sorts."
"Be quiet, old woman, you'll look bad to the company." Jake spouted back at her.
Suddenly there was a Flash in Gail's mind "Jake! The cat is in the well! Crab the latter and the flash light!"
Poor little Missy kity had wrapped herself around the string that held the bucket. Her poor little face was barely out of the water. Gail put her in her coat, and told her she was going to be ok.
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