Two and a half hours later, the rain has brazenly ceased to cease. You decide to take a stand against this foolishness: how dare that rain keep you cooped up in your garage!
"C'mon Zorro! We're bustin' outta here!" Zorro looks mournful again. You grab the spare leash hanging on the wall and clip it onto your faithful canine. "We're going next door to knock on Mrs. Rumple's door and use her telephone!" It's a brilliant plan, if you do say so yourself.
Zorro looks up at you again, as if to say, "What if Mrs. Rumple isn't home?"
"Oh, she'll be home, boy. Don't you worry." You say, with an astounding amount of confidence. As an after-thought, you add with a shrug, "If not, we'll find a pay phone."
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