The day that Clark finally got the drain open on the pond was pretty exciting. After days of hammering holes in a rusty galvanized pipe to encourage it to keep draining, we finally had an actual plan. Unfortunately it was also a day of grisly fish death, since there are a ton of fish in the pond, and without water there are no fish. But just as the water was getting low we had a brainstorm about the giant carp we put in last year to clear the grass from the bottom of the pond. Namely, we remembered that our neighbor also has a pond, and might like some carp, and it would be awfully nice to save a few of them. Of course we could have remembered this days in advance, but instead we figured it out about 45 minutes before the water was completely gone. And so the phone call went something like this: "Hey this is Sumner our pond is draining like right now and I just realized that you might like some of these grass-eating carp since they would keep your pond clean and also that would save their lives but you need to decide in the next 45 minutes or so or really more like right now because we need to go catch them and put them in giant tubs to drive over to you and doesn't that sound awesome?" Fortunately my neighbor is rather chill, and also did like the idea of saving the carp, and so a rescue mission was launched. A very, very muddy rescue mission, and one in which I laughed until I almost wet myself, because carrying giant fish up out of a mud bog is ripe for some slapstick comedy.
In the end, though, we did save several of them. And Sam's friend from school who was visiting got dirtier than I think the kid had probably ever been in his whole life. And in the world of boys, that's a win.