“And now we will got over to our weather man Ted Breezeicky.
Who told us he had something very special in store for us.” The announcer announced.
“Oh i’m sorry its Birdzareicky Ted Birdzareicky with the weather report.”
“Again, I apologize it’s Brzezicki”
“Ted Brzezicki”
“Weather report.”
“Now.” These were the last words the female reporter would say on live television.
Not just for her failure of reading surnames from cold countries, but because things would never be the same after this weather report.
It shouldn’t be remembered as a report either.
As the satellite in space aligned with the dish on top of the TV van parked behind the camera man Ted got ready for his weather report.
“Good morning!” He holds the ‘oo’ for quite some time until the camera man signals enough with the o’s.
“As we all know the current drought has our country in a choke hold.” And he pretends getting choked.
“Making it impossible for our farmers to grow our food.”
The camera zooms out and shows the full view of where our weather man is.
“I’m standing here at one of the largest farms in our country, that has suffered due to the drought.”
“And today I will attempt to solve the drought problem, ladies and gentlemen today I will make it rain!”
There was a silence as he was holding his big smile that went from ear to ear, expecting a comment from the studio.
But due to some technical difficulty in the favor of our reporter the studio could not speak directly back at him.
So he continued, he put on some rain boots and a rain coat and opened up his umbrella.
He walks into the dry farm land crushing the dried-out artichokes as he steps onto them with his big boots.
Having walked far enough he turns back towards the camera and takes out a stack of small cards from his coat’s pocket.
“And now I Ted Brzezicki will make it rain.” He proudly announced to the viewers at home.
Resting the umbrella on his shoulder he starts to read the cards while he looked up at the sky.
“What was today’s weather report in Mexico?”
“Chili today and hot tamale!” He laughed at his own joke which the clouds found odd.
He didn’t give up and continued his one man show.
“Two weathermen got into an accident, they both broke an arm and a leg.
And called their studio from their hospital beds about the four casts.”
He heard some strange noises above him and he continued.
“If an orchestra played in a thunderstorm, who would most likely get hit by lightning?”
“The conductor!” He was certain he heard one of them laughing.
“Mother kangaroos hate rainy days, do you know why?”
“Because when it rains the children have to play inside.”
Some of the clouds cracked.
“What is the opposite of a cold front?”
“A warm back.”
Some clouds laughed so hard tears ran down their puffy cheeks.
“What did the handsome male dew drop ask the beautiful female dew drop?”
“Want to go out and dew something”
The clouds moved their cloudy bellies up and down from laughing.
“Why did my sister cut a hole in her new umbrella?”
“Because she wanted to be able to tell when it stopped raining.”
Ted stood there under his umbrella while it rained heavily.
“There you have it, today’s report is rainy!”
“This was Ted Brzezicki, back to the studio.”
And so back to the studio it was, where the announcers were staring into the camera unable to think of anything to say.
“There you have it, today will be rainy.” One of them said.
“I sure hope none of them wet their pants.” The other add, laughing at his own joke.
The show continued with a story about the man that blew up the wall of a fast-food restaurant.
But what nobody knew, not even Ted Brzezicki was that the clouds liked the jokes so much they passed them on to other clouds.
So many clouds laughed that their tears of joy flooded the entire country.
The drought was a thing of the past but now the country suffered from great floods.
His so called weather report would be remembered as a catastrophe of biblical proportions.
Who told us he had something very special in store for us.” The announcer announced.
“Oh i’m sorry its Birdzareicky Ted Birdzareicky with the weather report.”
“Again, I apologize it’s Brzezicki”
“Ted Brzezicki”
“Weather report.”
“Now.” These were the last words the female reporter would say on live television.
Not just for her failure of reading surnames from cold countries, but because things would never be the same after this weather report.
It shouldn’t be remembered as a report either.
As the satellite in space aligned with the dish on top of the TV van parked behind the camera man Ted got ready for his weather report.
“Good morning!” He holds the ‘oo’ for quite some time until the camera man signals enough with the o’s.
“As we all know the current drought has our country in a choke hold.” And he pretends getting choked.
“Making it impossible for our farmers to grow our food.”
The camera zooms out and shows the full view of where our weather man is.
“I’m standing here at one of the largest farms in our country, that has suffered due to the drought.”
“And today I will attempt to solve the drought problem, ladies and gentlemen today I will make it rain!”
There was a silence as he was holding his big smile that went from ear to ear, expecting a comment from the studio.
But due to some technical difficulty in the favor of our reporter the studio could not speak directly back at him.
So he continued, he put on some rain boots and a rain coat and opened up his umbrella.
He walks into the dry farm land crushing the dried-out artichokes as he steps onto them with his big boots.
Having walked far enough he turns back towards the camera and takes out a stack of small cards from his coat’s pocket.
“And now I Ted Brzezicki will make it rain.” He proudly announced to the viewers at home.
Resting the umbrella on his shoulder he starts to read the cards while he looked up at the sky.
“What was today’s weather report in Mexico?”
“Chili today and hot tamale!” He laughed at his own joke which the clouds found odd.
He didn’t give up and continued his one man show.
“Two weathermen got into an accident, they both broke an arm and a leg.
And called their studio from their hospital beds about the four casts.”
He heard some strange noises above him and he continued.
“If an orchestra played in a thunderstorm, who would most likely get hit by lightning?”
“The conductor!” He was certain he heard one of them laughing.
“Mother kangaroos hate rainy days, do you know why?”
“Because when it rains the children have to play inside.”
Some of the clouds cracked.
“What is the opposite of a cold front?”
“A warm back.”
Some clouds laughed so hard tears ran down their puffy cheeks.
“What did the handsome male dew drop ask the beautiful female dew drop?”
“Want to go out and dew something”
The clouds moved their cloudy bellies up and down from laughing.
“Why did my sister cut a hole in her new umbrella?”
“Because she wanted to be able to tell when it stopped raining.”
Ted stood there under his umbrella while it rained heavily.
“There you have it, today’s report is rainy!”
“This was Ted Brzezicki, back to the studio.”
And so back to the studio it was, where the announcers were staring into the camera unable to think of anything to say.
“There you have it, today will be rainy.” One of them said.
“I sure hope none of them wet their pants.” The other add, laughing at his own joke.
The show continued with a story about the man that blew up the wall of a fast-food restaurant.
But what nobody knew, not even Ted Brzezicki was that the clouds liked the jokes so much they passed them on to other clouds.
So many clouds laughed that their tears of joy flooded the entire country.
The drought was a thing of the past but now the country suffered from great floods.
His so called weather report would be remembered as a catastrophe of biblical proportions.
