There was once a lake, over the other side of the woods. We used to play in it, sail on it, dive into it - pretty much all the time. Then, one November, a flock of ducks landed in the lake and suddenly it turned freezing cold, and the lake froze so quick that the ducks didn't have chance to get out. So they all flapped their wings together and took that lake high into the air and away over the horizon. The last we heard, it was somewhere over Georgia.
Those poor ducks.
Posted by: tom | March 17, 2005 at 09:52 AM
Proving the old proverb: you can't freeze your lake and keep it.
Posted by: Liz | March 17, 2005 at 05:21 PM