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Monday, Feb. 4, 2002
“One year a flood hit our town, and it was among the most horrible things that ever
happened. Over 20 people were killed, and I liked three of them. It made me very
sad.
For a week we had to camp out on the top of our house since the floodwater reached
to our second floor bedrooms. Our parents hated it, but me, Goose, and Stephanie
loved it. We pretended the glaciers had melted and we lived in a post-apocalyptic
nightmarish world where land was a resource more valuable than gold. This was
years before Waterworld, mind you.
I overheard mom and dad talking one night about how the food and water supplies
were running short. Mom insisted we would all be fine, that the floodwater would
retreat before we could starve or die of thirst. Dad didn’t like being without a plan, so
he started talking about which of us would be eaten first. I was scared, naturally, but
also felt pretty sure I was a shoo-in to avoid being eaten because I’m so thin and
there’s not much meat on me.
Sure enough, Dad narrowed it down to Stephanie and Goose, and eventually
decided Goose was big and heavy and would make more servings. Mom was
horrified at this talk, and chided Dad to no end for such ridiculous thoughts. Goose
was mostly fat, she said, and Stephanie was more muscular, not to mention
Stephanie seemed to be plowing through the rations at twice the rate of everyone
else.
Needless to say, nobody got eaten and the floodwater started receding the very next
day. The house was musky and damp when we returned to it, but all was soon back
to normal. I did manage to bite Stephanie a few days later, just to see what I was
missing, and trust me, it wasn’t much.”
“Flood”
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