In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills, there stood an old, weathered cottage that belonged to a retired plumber named Avi. He had spent decades fixing pipes, unclogging drains, and teaching the townspeople about the importance of maintenance. His hands bore the lines of experience, and his eyes sparkled with the wisdom of a life spent solving problems.

One rainy afternoon, Avi noticed a small puddle forming in his basement. He frowned but shrugged it off, attributing it to the heavy rain. “It’s just a little water,” he muttered to himself. “I’ll deal with it later.” Days turned into weeks, and the small puddle became a recurring sight. As the rain continued to pour, he began to notice a damp smell wafting through the air...