The Drizzle that Rained like Dancing Puppies A Short Story by Random Writer Suzanne Vader had always loved picturesque Falmouth with its inquisitive, inexpensive igloos. It was a place where she felt sleepy. She was a witty, virtuous, cocoa drinker with grubby ankles and wobbly lips. Her friends saw her as a colossal, concerned coward. Once, she had even revived a dying, disabled person. That's the sort of woman he was.