“I have to walk into town,” said Springman’s father. “You should come with me.”
“I would love to,” said Springman. “But, it looks like it is going to rain.”
“There is one cloud in the sky,” said Father, taking a look outside. “It is off in the distance. We will be back before the rain starts.”
“Okay,” said Springman.
“And where do you two think you are going?” asked Mother, just as Father and Springman were on their way out the door. “You do know it is going to rain!”
“Stop babying him so much,” said Father. “We will be back before it rains.”
“Take the umbrella,” said Mother.
Father pretended he didn’t hear Mother. He and Springman walked out the door.
“See,” said Father, once they had been walking for about fifteen minutes. “It hasn’t started raining yet.”
Father no sooner got those words out of his mouth, when it started pouring.
“What am I going to do?” asked Springman, crying. “I am going to be soaked and then I am going to get all rusty.”
Father led Springman into a cafe and they sat and had some lunch until the rain stopped. Springman only had a few drops of water on him and father cleaned that off with a napkin once they were seated.
“It will take lot more than a few drops of rain to get you rusty,” said Father. “You worry too much!”
“Yes,” said Springman. “I probably do. However, you know Mother will be very upset with me if I get wet and more so if I get rusty.”
“She has babied you too much,” said Father. “You need to toughen up, son.”
“I don’t want to upset Mother,” said Springman.
“I do understand,” said Father, seeing that the rain had stopped. “Let’s go home now, but when we get there, I want you to tell mother how you survived that rain and how you only got a few drops of water on you.”
“And no rust,” laughed Springman.
“Exactly,” said Father.
Mother was so angry with Father when they got home. However, she calmed down when Springman explained that he did only get a few drops of water on himself and Father cleared that off right away.
“And did you get any rust on you?” asked Mother.
“Not a drop,” said Springman.
“Good,” said Mother. “I am glad.”
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