. . . describes Achilles, here shying away from a tiny wavelet breaking at his feet during a visit to Lake Erie. ‘Ain’t gonna get wet, don’t wanna, no how, no way, can’t make me.’
He’s never gotten more than his feet wet and that has only happened walking through puddles. Chili has never taken a swim. I’ve encouraged him but have never made nor will I will never make him.
Because he’s a stray I’ll never know the reason for his antipathy to water. Some mysteries are destined to remain such.
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