A squirrel clings upside down to the trunk of an oak tree yet manages to hold a nut in its forepaws and nibble intently.
I see a little girl in a push chair with her face disfigured by what appears to be a horrible disease. I notice her sister walking beside her mother with the same affliction, until, with relief, I realize that both children are ornamented with face paint.
It showers heavily and I can rejoice that I ccmpleted my gardening chores before it started.
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