‘Wait,’ I replied. ‘I’ll fix it.’
I rerouted the mains water supply. The fountain began to flow but the town’s swimming pool emptied.
I reconsidered and dug a well for the fountain. The borehole severed a pipe. Sewage swamped the town square.
‘Enough,’ the mayor said.
She dynamited the fountain. The granite pelican on top hurtled skywards and landed on her toe. The rest of the structure remained intact.
‘Let’s leave the fountain alone,’ I suggested, replacing the pelican.
The mayor agreed and limped away.