What had he seen? A trap door to a secret tunnel system? So I kept scraping mud from my butt, and ignored his excited pointing. There were bound to be trees and livestock, but not much else. It could have been thousands it could have been tens of thousands. ‘Hey look, what’s that?’ My brother pointed into the trees. If we happened upon wild dogs, we’d be in trouble. Our exploration down a dirt road that had become a shallow river, had taken us into the neighbour’s property. ‘Any time,’ he replied, but I could barely make out what he was saying through his bubbling laughter. He looked at my filthy hand, shook his head, and laughed harder. His eyes dazzled with joy underneath the sandy blonde hair. Haircuts, garbage removal, dog food – everything became DIY in the middle of a six month long flood. His home-DIY haircut draped down almost to his nose. ‘Shut up, Josh, and give me a hand,’ I growled. Clouds shaped like magical mountains, and castles towering over wild cloud kingdoms. My foot caught in the clay-like mud, and I found myself looking up at the clouds. ‘Walk backwards, it’s easier,’ my brother said. It had rained for three weeks straight, and the first ray of sunshine made us rush to escape the house. Soon effort became pain, but on we trudged. The mud sucked at our gumboots, making every step an effort.
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