Puddle
​When I was much younger, we had snow boots. They were floppy black rubber; we'd stretch them over our shoes and buckle them up. On the outside were little metal ladders, on the inside curved clips that looked like the things that hold pens in pockets. As the weather got warmer they became slush boots and we'd go looking for puddles with thin ice to break through. Last fall we waited too long to take the pier out at my parents cottage up north, arriving to find about an inch of soft ice all around the pier. A big version of slush boots - neoprene waders - went on to pull up the legs of the pier. Thinner near the shore, the ice broke easily, farther out was much more fun as I got to develop a technique of getting my knee up on top of the ice sheet and breaking it down with my weight. After about a half an hour the pier was free, bigger boots, bigger puddle, same kid.

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The Drone Wars:

    Amazon delivery octo-copters with their smiley face paint jobs swarmed out of the southeast on an intercept course with the brown UPS quad-copters weighed down with heavier packages.  But the UPS copters were escorted by nimble DHL fighterdrones ready to sacrifice themselves for the cargo of their brothers......

All of these maneuvers went nearly unnoticed by the fleet's respective monitoring programs.... Nearly....
    NV46B had been given generous tolerance in scrutinizing the  return times of some of the DHL fighter drones due to headwinds, GPS resolution, collision avoidance and the like, however.....



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