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(Lars) #1
The examiner’s voice asked, “Did you
know rain often comes with wind?”
My umbrella blew inside out. Ruined
equipment—would I have to pay for it? Then
the simulated rain came pouring down. A
gust of wind gave me a face full.
Forcing my eyes to stay open, I checked
the umbrella. Nothing torn or broken, as far
as I could see with water blurring my vision.
Kneeling, I tried wrestling it back into
shape. I failed, but had an idea. Could the
wind fix the umbrella? What will the exam-
iner think?
Probably that it wouldn’t work. Which it
didn’t.
Oh, I tried. Turning slowly, I held the
umbrella like a shield against the wind rather
than the rain. By now I was so wet, holding it

upright wouldn’t help much anyway. But the
winds kept shifting. Accidentally or on pur-
pose? I didn’t know.
Frustrated, I finally spun, swinging the
umbrella wildly, trying to catch an air current
just the right way. My left foot came out of its
boot, but for a split second my plan worked—
I laughed as the umbrella reshaped itself.
Then it twisted back.
Water fell harder. My bare foot splashed
in the first puddle I’d ever felt. Bizarre.
Another wind shoved me hard. I skidded,
landing face first in more water.
The buzzer sounded. Snorting, I tried to
get what water I could out of my nose while I
emptied the dripping boot.
The examiner entered. He picked up the
wrecked umbrella with two fingers. “Leaving

IF THE WEATHER NEVER
CHANGED IT WOULD GET
BORING.


WHAT
NEXT?

APRIL
SHOWERS
BRING MAY
FLOWERS...

BUT IT’S NOT APRIL, IS IT?
DID I MISS SOMETHING?
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