I have not found a leak, an ooze, a discharge, a drip, a hole, or any percolation. Nor have I found a seepage, a spill, a trickle or a vent. Not a crack, a puncture, a chink or even a fissure.
The fix worked.
The pond is tight. The pumps are pumping. The falls are falling. The spitters are spitting. The water is wet.
The only thing wrong with the pond is Joe's not there. I think she added a whole new dimension, a focus if you will. So we pass our days without her sweet face and big grin. I'm looking forward to her return...
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Where do you think she went? Is she under something in your yard or is she like a salmon and moves back to the good sleeping land?
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