What started off as just a rumor, quickly spread throughout the neighborhood. The sad fact was, the rumor was true. The lake was dying. Professionals were called in but it was too little, too late. There would be no more emergency meetings and no late-night phone calls. It was over. Someone was going to have to make the decision to pull the plug. We couldn’t simply stand around anymore watching it happen.
The fish were the first to go,
then the turtles. The afternoon sun was
having no problem reaching the bottom muck of the lake. Tree roots that had never before been exposed
were now being baked dry. Tiny islands could
now be seen in every direction. Local children toyed with the idea of walking
across it, however, gators could still be seen sleeping along the banks.
Those living long the lake hadn't before realized that there was, in fact, a plug at the bottom. Once it was pulled, neither the governor nor hospice would be able to do anything.
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