Cut the bank for the fill. Dump sand pumped out of the river into the old swale killing whatever was there before—including even the muskrats. Who did it? There's the guy. Him in the blue shirt and turquoise skullcap. Level it down for him to build a house on to build a house on to build a house on to build a house on to build a house on to . . . Submitted by Bob
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