We always thought the pump was reliable. It has refreshed the water for us by circulating it through the terracotta dragon for countless years of our group memory.
Then during The Storm we heard loud bangs from far away and the pump stopped.
In the morning the cat, Sasha told the human our pump was not working, but she took no notice. We could see him putting his paws up to her and fastening his eyes on her, but all she could hear was meowing. She pushed him off.
She was busy getting the quince tree branches sawn off when she noticed she could not hear water falling.
‘The Pump is dead,’ she cried out.
‘My fish may die!’
That was bad news. Fortunately the man sawing the quince tree managed to revive The Pump. He cleaned out the silt and it came to life. Then he replaced the tube running through The Dragon and torrents of water rushed through, much more than before .
Here we are at twilight in our invigorated water.