Imagine my trepidation when I looked out the window today and found that the people next door had set up a wading pool. One of the great works of world literature warns against this very thing.
I will do my best to remain a safe distance from it. You see, it’s not what’s in the wading pool that’s dangerous, but what may be under it. Burrowing. Crawling. Lurking. You try to walk past it, you get too close, and that’s that, you’re history. They’ll never know what became of you.
For readers who haven’t got the foggiest idea of what I’m talking about, visit the Archives and read some Oy, Rodney episodes.