Little story about a spring in our neighbourhood. Mildred Hood's place was still spring fed up till she died in the 90's. Bob and Bert were the farmers in this area that looked after all the old ladies about their mothers age.
Mildred phoned up Bob complaining of low water pressure and a funny taste in her spring so he grabbed a bottle of bleach and his potato hoe to pull the inevitable leaves out of the spring box. Got there and found a dead bloated raccoon in the spring. Fished it out and dumped the jug of bleach in.
Dropping in to Mildred's house he stopped in to let her know. She say oh dear! Then poured him a cup of tea out of that mornings pot lol.