To have a grasp of the severity of the situation, it should be noted a few meteorological details of the day. Already the temperature has been alluded to. In addition to the overly warm and humid airs surrounding this tale of certain fate, a cooling breeze ran through the mountains to the west and found its way to the scene of the house of the mother and father of Isaac (who, unbeknownst to the collection of his classmates leering at his supple mums, is inside at this very moment reviewing chapter after chapter of a university level mathematics text - home from school on sick leave due to a wicked summer fever. In general, it may be said that the young Isaac is prone to illness), providing her a moment's relief from the dread heat, and moving her thoughts rapidly to the feeling a douse of well water may have on her hot, wet skin.
If any one of the troop of hopeful perversions behind the tree had been watching anything but the mother pouring cold water to her secret bosom, they would not have been able not to notice the way the grass was swaying violently to and fro. This due to the previous wind discussion, and, to the tornado which is right now making its way toward the scene, lifting and tossing cows, chickens and other less comely maidens into a mix never before seen from the neighboring farms. The nearness of the tornado has now caused a sudden drop in temperature in the immediate region of the scene. This drop in temperature, measured in local degrees Centigrade, suffices to raise hundreds of tiny goose bumps on the skin of the mother, most notably on the skin of the chest region, most favorably on the darker colored areolas of the skin of the upper chest region, not to mention the obvious effect this new wind and temperature arrangement has on the pair of areolic swellings new to our awareness.
The irony of this situation is that it turns out that the reason that the herd of randy young fronds can even dream of seeing this private moment of water and breast and exposed wind-blown nipples is that the boy of the mother sitting inside the house at this very second is the one who provided them the tool they needed to complete the deed under contention. It turns out that in addition to his skills with mathematics, with mandatory social outcast status, Isaac is a bit of an inventor and maker of things from other things. What Isaac made was a telescope. Crude on the outside, the glass was quality and of German stock, purchased by his father, the pen maker, for his tenth birthday on a recent pen design contest in Berlin. The original use of this scope was to look at the local bird population and record and do whatever it is people who look at unknowing birds do. This same scope now being used to a more dastardly end, but still completing its task. Isaac offered the scope to the lead droog in hopes it might bring peace to his troubled and outcast status. It did not in the long term sustain the peace of his youth. And now, as he solves yet another multivariable equation with ease, his world validated, his scope is being used in a less than neighborly way to focus on, enlarge and more or less bring to life his dear old mother's now well documented and water-cooled torso to the clamoring associates.
