Write four lines of prose about: the newscaster.
My goodness did we ever have one heck of a storm overnight. Woke Kat and myself at three in the morning, but somehow Max managed to sleep right through it.
I was quite grateful that it had eased off by the time I had to start harvesting, and only made brief reappearances throughout the day.
I was less grateful to discover, just before dinner, that our basement was home to quite a bit of rainwater. Managed to get four pails worth out of there before I had to return to market preparation.
Fingers crossed for drier weather tomorrow.
With a smile as fake as his hair he presents the evening news. Words spew forth in orderly fashion, each following the one that came before in no apparent hurry. The story being reported makes no difference, each one is brought into living rooms around the country in exactly the same way.
That will change one day soon though, for his dealer has just been arrested.