Flood!

Flood!

It had been raining for days. “ All this rain, ” said Biff. “ I wish it would stop. “ 'I'm taking Floppy for a walk, ” said Mum. “ Who wants to come?” Biff and Chip looked at her. “ Not us! ” they said, “ It's raining! ”

In the end, Biff said she would go with Mum. They went into the park. It was not much fun inthe rain. “ Look at Floppy, " said Mum. “ He can't helpgetting muddy. The ground is so wet andsquelchy. ” Biff and Mum watked across the park. They wanted to cross the little bridge, but thestream had flooded. “ I've never seen it this high, ” said Mum. Biff was excited. “ Oh look! ” she said, “ The bridge is under water. ”

Biff began to wade across the bridge, but Mumcalled her back. “ It's not a good idea, " said Mum. “ The streamis flowing really fast and you can't see the edgeof it. What if you slipped in?” “ If it goes on raining, the water will floodacross the park, " said Biff. Mum looked thoughtful. “ I hope the rain stops, " she said. “ We don'twant the flood to get as far as our house. ”

The next morning, when Biff and Chip wereat school, it was still raining. The children couldn'tgo out to play. “ Another wet playtime, " sighed Chip. “ I wishit would stop raining. “ So do l, " sighed Mrs May, too. In the afternoon it stopped raining. “ Hooray! Now we can play football, ” said Wilf, But there were big puddles on the field. “ ]'m sorry, ” said Mrs May. “ We can't playfootball today. The ground is too wet. ”

That evening Biff, Chip and Kipper werewatching television. The weather forecast cameon. Some bad storms were coming, with a lotmore rain. “ Not more rain! ” sighed Chip. The storm came in the middle of the night. The rain beat on the roof of the house and itlashed against the windows. It was so loud thatBiff and Chip couldn't sleep. Mum brought thema hot drink. “ Poor Floppy, ” said Biff. “ He hates this. ”