Devon, being the sort of boy he is, reasoned, "If that much water was so funny, then a lot of water will be even funnier!" And, ever one to find his own drummer, he dragged out a few supplies and went to work.
The next morning, Jack got up long before sunup. As he went out the front door, an ominous hissing sounded off to the left. Imagine his surprise when he found a gnome sprinkler blasting a fine spray of water over the yard, and puddles all through the grass! Muttering, he made sure the water got turned off.
Every last drop froze into a crystalline wonderland. Quickly, too - after all, we're not in California any more. Bare branches coated in ice, icicles from our drain spout, and a rigid lake where our lawn used to be. Saddest of all was the gnome, still smiling through his glacial tears.
Until the next adventure,