Last summer, because of the wet weather, Susie dug up her
concrete patio and planted grass and shrubs in its place. This
was to help the rain water drain away, but with so much rain the
garden had become waterlogged.
All of the children were upset. The pet show on the village green
had to be cancelled. The green was waterlogged too. Mrs Bone,
who lived at the farm, had told Susie that the ground was
“Any more rain and poor Mr Bone will need to move the sheep
onto even higher, drier land.”
“Gosh! That sounds serious,” said Susie in a concerned voice.
“Oh it is, the farm is almost underwater, and the potato crops
are learning to swim!” chuckled Mrs Bone.