Elizabeth dropped the hose on the ground in favor of the sprinkler attachment running from the wall. She hooked it on quickly to the hose and started to crank the spicket.
Cold water began bursting out of the sprinkler waving back and forth rapidly. She ran back inside to grab a lounging chair to sit in thinking, "This is the best luck i've had all day!"
With chair in hand she rushed to unfold it next to the sprinkler as it continued to blast at full speed. Elizabeth began to sit down but recognized she was still in her comfortable clothing that she didn't want wet. She gazed at the door she had just left and marched only but two steps when...*crash!*
She flipped on the soggy grass right on top of the sprinkler. Elizabeth's mouth caught the sprinkler head and she couldn't jar herself free. Her right arm blushed in a red haze as she tried to right herself. Tugging right and left as she continued to swallow cheek fulls of water. Feeling bold she franticly searched her yard for the spicket to shut the water off.
Dragging the sprinkler with her as her sore lips only grew darker, Elizabeth crawled towards the spicket. She forced herself half way there and crumbled on the ground, sobbing when her distended belly hit the dry grass. She grasped earth in her hands and picked herself up off the ground, and lunged at the spicket, paining her sides to slide on a full stomach.
Groping the spicket, Elizabeth instantly began to twist the wheel as fast as she could, the squeaking nozzle's reaction was harmonious music to her ears.
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