YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON DRABBLE
by
Owlcroft
"Oh, gee, Judge!" McCormick exclaimed hastily as he dropped the hose. "My thumb slipped and hit the trigger. Let's go get you a coupla towels!"
Hardcastle eyed him grimly. "Slipped, huh? Just an accident, huh?"
"Well, of course it was," said Mark contritely, ushering the older man down the drive. "You know I wouldn't do that on purpose."
A raised eyebrow and a scowl were the response. Then, "Yeah, I guess not." Hardcastle wrung out his shirt a bit, then swiped a hand across his face. "Accidents do happen," he added, looking at McCormick. And pushed him into the fountain.
