A few years back I was walking the lake path w/my beloved Cotton the Dog across from where they kept the paddle boats (aka pedal boats,) when we came upon an abandoned paddle boat (apparently abandoned by juvenile miscreants,) and unsecured there on the opposite shore.
Feeling like a good Samaritan, I, without a second thought, jumped into the boat with Cotton the Dog, and began pedaling furiously away to return the boat to its mooring. Probably when we'd made it not quite HALFWAY ACROSS SHELLEY LAKE I suddenly REALIZED why the boat had been left there.
It had a small but significant hole in it and we were taking on water. Only by the grace of God were we able to make it back to where we'd found it.
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