In ye olden times it would rain and rain and rain... the cats and dogs would drown and float about in the streets....
Watch out, mirth - dont step in that little poodle!
'A Desc<x>ription of a City Shower', first published in the 1710 collection of the Tattler magazine. <br />
Threat'ning with Deluge this devoted Town.<br />
Now from all Parts the swelling Kennels flow,<br />
And bear their Trophies with them as they go:<br />
Filth of all Hues and Odours seem to tell<br />
What Street they sail'd from, by their Sight and Smell.<br />
They, as each Torrent drives, with rapid Force,<br />
From Smithfield or St. Pulchre's shape their Course,<br />
And in huge Confluent join'd at Snow-Hill Ridge,<br />
Fall from the Conduit, prone to Holbourn-Bridge.<br />
Sweeping from Butchers Stalls, Dung, Guts, and Blood,<br />
Drown'd Puppies, stinking Sprats, all drench'd in Mud,<br />
Dead Cats and Turnip-Tops come tumbling down the Flood.
aren't you glad you asked?
I'd hazard a guess at a whirlwind sucking them up and dropping them a few miles down the road
probably from new zealand or somewhere stupid like that