The other day, I noticed Tufty swimming by himself in the middle of the Lake. Just as I was about to take a quick photo of him, it started raining. It reminded me of a holiday I went on a few years ago, where on one of the days I went to a water park. As I was merrily swimming away in the outdoor pool, it started raining there. I remember thinking how odd the sensation was. I was getting wet in the water. Other people had gone for shelter under domed canopies that were dotted around the pool… I thought that was odd too. It wasn’t as if they could get any wetter!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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