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The autumn chill descended over the town and with it came rot and ruin.
It was a seasonal thing for the town of Crapsville. The locals came to accept their town was crap, and in a crap town, crap happened on an annual basis.
Any day now they knew with the winter chill would come the autumn storms. Huge storms. It would rain cats and dogs for days, the creeks and river would fill, flooding would occur, and the crap rise and float along the surface and the town resemble an above ground cess pool.
George Snotworthy, the town mayor, knew the drill by now and every year prepared the residents for the evacuations and relief efforts needed to survive the rot and ruin that followed each deluge.
George knew the Crappers as no one else. They were despite their afflictions salt of the earth people, ever willing to pull with their neighbour to get the job done when a crisis hit the town.
The floods did nothing for the local cemetery as too much water, meant no burials, meant, keeping an eye out for the odd corpse which might float to the surface at the most inopportune time as had happened the previous autumn when he discovered his great grandmother’s coffin drifting by his kitchen window.
In recent times the town council has ordered that every person buried in the town cemetery have lead weights inserted into their coffins to lessen the chance of them rising.
So, the heavy damaging rains of the autumn did nothing for the prospects of the oncoming winter. With so much water about the winter came with a vengeance with ice and snow and the good people of Crapsville hunkered down for a long and cold winter.
So, where the autumn brought with it rot and ruin the spring was a time of activity to grow, harvest and to store enough produce for the approaching winter misery. They were a progressive people the Crappers, no disaster was treated as the end of the world even though so often it felt like it as they had resolve and it was their resolve that allowed them to confront whatever came their way.