Algy was out and about adventuring in the mid-afternoon, when he noticed that it was rapidly growing darker and darker. He found a convenient perch on a rocky outcrop covered in stunted heather, and paused to survey the sky. Of course one could never be quite sure, but he had a funny sort of feeling that he was about to get exceedingly wet. If only he had remembered to bring his umbrella…

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