The vacationer stopped into a cheap restaurant in a small Newfoundland village and tried to make conversation with the man beside him at the counter.
"Awful rainy spell the last week or so around these parts, kinda like the flood."
"The flood?" The tone was polite, but inquiring.
"The flood, you know , Noah, the Ark, Mount Ararat."
The Newfoundlander bit off half a slice of bread, shook his head, and mumbled thickly:
"Sorry, I ain't read to-day's paper yet."
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