While we are waiting for the fields and such to dry out, I've been taking my exercise along the roadside. It is straight, and level and provides excellent footing except for this one spot. Puddles are rather troublesome elements. From a distance, they reflect the clouds and the sky and appear to be a tear in the very fabric of reality through which a careless horse and rider might plunge to their deaths. A cautious horse will approach a puddle with care to ascertain it's actual depth and consistency.
See now, this amount of water will never dry up if allowed to sit here and muddle.
This water must be spread out on the road to dry.
What we need here is an experienced excavator like myself to deal with this properly.
Pptthhhh... What? Do I have some on my face?