[In a storm. ALBERT has an amusingly small umbrella. POGO has lent PORKYPINE his umbrella.]

ALBERT. Deacon was on about th’ “rain of quantity” today.

POGO. Rain’s been heavy around these parts.

PORKYPINE. This hooricane is gonna flood the whole swamp, an’ we’ll all be drowned.

[PORKYPINE, arriving at his house, returns the umbrella. It is full of holes, which leak rain onto POGO’s head.]

POGO. It’ll be a pity if none of us gits to see the rainbow.

Posted: January 4th, 2013 | Tradition