My Little Golden Book of Phobias

Sometimes it rains so much I think we will begin to float in the low parts of the city. I live on a hill and people will swim up to my door. We will make tea and toast squares while furniture; dogs standing on floating beds, children playing in a floating sand box, ducks with their ducklings, all pass by the windows. Floor boards will squish. We'll move to the second floor after a while. We'll grow gills.