Simple enough. Now where might
he find a stream.
There was one, and at not too great a distance.
Well, it is only a creek. Nevertheless, it's all I have. So
let's give it a try.
He worked diligently, opening a channel to the very door of the
huge barn. As night drew near he began to dam the creek, forcing
its waters to divert to his newly dug channel.
The youthful civil engineer smiled.
The water was beginning to flow. Quickly he hurried to the
stable, dared the flies, and threw wide the doors at both ends
of the edifice. Fortunately he wore the clothespin.
The water was moving ever closer. The chore was indeed a simple
one.
He looked up, and frowned.
The sky had darkened, and even now huge raindrops began to
fall. The mild creek was rising higher and higher. The dam,
built to withstand that creek, was faced with an ever deepening,
ever angrier river.
The water reached the top of the dam, flowed now heavily
through the channel, washed at the very entrance to the stables.
Suddenly the dam began to move, at first slowly. A crack
appeared in the middle. It widened.
Water began to seep through the crack.
Water began to pour through the crack.
The crack was gone!
The dam was gone!
Demo sat down, stared in disbelief.
In moments his hours of work destroyed! The rock, the mud, the
good green sod - all gone.
And the stable, fly infested, standing as before.
Even as he looked a swarm of flies rose, moved in his
direction.
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