I called the Good Witch of the East and told her the rain just won't stop in my area.
I asked her if she could do anything about it.
She replied, "I suppose I could do a dry spell."
Pete lived back in the days of the wild west. He wore brown paper exclusively. Brown paper pants, shirt, vest, boots. Everything was made from brown paper.
He rode into town on a hot dry day, very near parched from thirst. He rode up to the saloon to get a cool drink, stepped off his horse, and up on the sidewalk and was promptly arrested by the sheriff.
He was charged with rustlin'.
Confucius say...
He who jumps out of airplane without parachute, is jumping to conclusion.