Backyard Drain Clogged Here

Arthur sighed, set down his mug, and retrieved his "foul weather gear": a pair of waders he usually reserved for trout fishing and a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves that came up to his elbows.

Second extraction: a dense mat of maple seeds—the "helicopters" that his children loved to throw but his gutters hated. They had interlocked to form a watertight seal. backyard drain clogged

Then, a deep, planetary gurgle . The water stirs, spins into a slow vortex, and vanishes with a polite, slurping sigh. The sun breaks through the clouds. The swamp is gone. Arthur sighed, set down his mug, and retrieved