Glorious fun it was. Showers of spray flew all over the road.
But Jehosophat walked on ahead in the middle of the road. Hadn't his mother told him, particularly, not to get his feet wet?
"Come on in, it's fine!" they all shouted at Jehosophat.
"Aw, come on!" Sammy Soapstone repeated, and Fatty called:
"'Fraidcat!"
At that Jehosophat turned around. He just couldn't stand being called "'fraidcat."
So slosh, slosh, into the biggest brown puddle he could find he went.
Slosh, slop, slop, slosh!
Over his rubber tops went the water. Fine and cool it felt.
Splash went the water over the road. And he kicked it over Fatty till the round fat legs were drenched too.