The good people of Trunky knew it would rain every morning. They knew this because it did. Every morning without fail it would rain and rain and rain. Sometimes around mid-morning it would stop, sometimes it rained all day, sometimes the sun came out in the afternoon, sometimes it was windy. Really, it was different every day except for one thing – it rained every morning.
So the people of Trunky always wore rain-coats in the morning. Or at least the ones that had to be up did. Every morning they wore their rain-coats so they didn’t get wet. Sometimes they had to keep them on all day, sometimes they didn’t, but they definitely had to have them on in the morning.
Sometimes the little children of Trunky would gather round and ask one of the adults of Trunky why it rained every morning. The adult would always say, “I don’t know.” This was the truth, no-one did know why it rained every morning. The children would never be happy with this answer and always questioned it, until one day some children asked them and they were forced to say, “I don’t know.”
The people of Trunky lived their whole lives like this. Many were born and grew up and grew old and died with it raining every morning. The history books all showed pictures of it raining in the morning. Historical figures were often quoted saying things like “I wish it wouldn’t rain every dratted morning.” But it did.
Then one day it didn’t. At first no-one noticed. They were too used to thinking it rained every morning, but then one person who had lost his jacket at the fair realised he wasn’t getting wet. “It’s not raining,” he said, and people laughed. “It’s not raining,” he repeated, and people laughed. “It’s not raining,” he said again and people looked up. It wasn’t raining.
The people of Trunky realised, that day, that just because they were expecting something didn’t mean it would happen.