A Noble Hero

I wake in Spring dawn, curl on rough places, wait for needs that put me to work. Imbued patience is in my demeanor, prime for left turns. Unlike my vinyl ancestors, I shrink in humble elastic disuse. Fitted properly and connected to supply surprises my users as it surges through me.

I serve faithfully, stretching and pouring forth. A being of exceptional character am I.

Yet as every being must, I have my Achilles Heel. Nozzle, my partner, tends to closed.

An opportunist, Leaky Spigot exploits Nozzle’s weakness. By mid-November, an icicle river proclaims victory. I harden in defeat until Spring.

[101 words]

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