AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A RAINDROP

Southland Times, Issue 23308, 18 September 1937, Page 2 (Supplement)

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A RAINDROP

—HIGHLY COMMENDED—

Down, down, down. I am falling from the clouds. I have been falling for some time now. What are all those things I can see? Hundreds of my brothers and sisters are coming down with me to seek adventure. What a jolly time we will have when we are all together. Thump! Where am I now? In a big tank with many other raindrops! Some others are beginning to fall on top of me, and it is hurting me. The tank will not be able to hold many more now, so I had better scuttle off down to the bottom so that I will not have to fall over the side. Oh! All the rest of my friends and relations are heavier than I thought. Nevertheless I am having an adventure. Oh! I am going down a narrow pipe, with lots of other raindrops, into a white basin, on to some big things that most people call potatoes. The lady is peeling the potatoes, and I am getting all dirty. At last all the potatoes are peeled, and the skins are being lifted out and thrown away somewhere. (I was nearly taken away with them too, but I managed to slip through her hands back to my friends.) Here comes this woman again. She is taking the basin in her hands, and carrying it and us away to the drain. We all go out, helter skelter on top of each other, all dirty after being used for washing those dirty potatoes. Down we are still going into some dirty water.

We are still with this dirty water and have been for about two weeks now. We have not had any adventures for all that time so I do not think that we can be having any more now. All the same I have enjoyed every adventure we have had.

—2 marks to Cousin Ella Lindsay (14), Drummond.