He brushed on the
last of the sealant. There. She would keep the water out all right now. He
could move her to a safer spot once the waters came. There was enough petrol
for several days journey and then there were sails. In any circumstances she
would float beautifully.
His wife appeared with
a basket full of bread, cheese and fruit. “You’re still bent on doing this?”
He nodded.
“They’ll take you
for a fool.” She scurried away, shaking her head.
Two lads from the
village strolled by.
“Hey, mister, who
do you think you am? Noah?”
“What you going to
put on there? Copulating kangaroos?” They started pelting him and the boat with
pebbles.
He didn’t say
anything but carried on eating his lunch.
He looked at the
sky. It was getting blacker. Any time
now, he thought. I don’t blame you
for breaking your promise. We’re worse than ever.
The first drops of
rain started. Time to load up. The dairy herd first. Then the bullocks and the
sheep. He hoped the kids would cope with the chickens and the working dogs. And
he must make sure to get them and the missus aboard.
No, he wasn’t
going to lose his farm for anything. Mother Nature, Global Warming, Climate change
or the anger of the one true god. Not
with that boat he wasn’t. Then who would be laughing?
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