
 Julia
looked out the window.
"Is
it ever going to stop raining, Grandma?" she asked. It had been raining
hard for three days. "This was supposed to be a vacation."
"I hope it ends
soon," Grandma said. "I don't know if the Acorn River can take
much more."
Grandma looked worried.
Most of the time, the Acorn River was a nice, slow river, lazy as a cat
in the sunshine. Now it was full and raging.
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