Things was bad. It was raining so hard that Ma was about at her wits end keeping the house even slightly dry, and Pa was fully employed with the health of the beasts.
So we kids went fishing.
The creek had long ago burst its banks so we dursn’t go there. But we found a pond where the fish was big and fat.
We was on the bank gutting our catch, when Cletus found a gold ring in the moss beside him.
It was Ma’s wedding ring, what she lost last fall.
She cried with joy. And it stopped raining…