In the corner of the street lay an old, worn, and torn umbrella, hidden away from view by the shadows. It had clearly been left there for a long time. It hadn’t rained in a long while, but a large puddle of water had formed under the umbrella. I walked over and picked it up. It was soaked in water. No matter how much I tried to shake it and dry it, it wouldn’t dry. I found this quite peculiar, so I brought it home with me. Once I got home, I realized that the umbrella had left a trail of water behind me. I opened the umbrella and gallons of water started pouring down on my head. I spent many nights examining this umbrella, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. However, I could not find any other peculiarities other than the water, but, I did notice that the more I examined it and cared for it, the drier the umbrella became. Yet, after a few days. I gave up and I threw it back in the corner of the street where I found it. I didn’t go back to the street after that because I moved, and I eventually forgot about the umbrella. Little did I know that after I threw it back in the corner of the street, the umbrella started exploding out thousands of gallons of oddly salty water, which caused the inhabitants of the street to drown.