Marching in the Rain

In direct contradiction to a previous questionable article, here is the truth from the supposed drowned rats of the group.
So there our collection were gathered, at the BMX track, two inexperienced young 'uns shovelling clay into a bag. The ones unlike the former, shown through their robust manner, were out looking for rocks. It began to lightly drizzle and two members of our group got scared of getting their hair wet and fled the scene, whilst the real men of the group toughed it out in the rapidly changing conditions.
The real men launched a full scale protest rally by marching against mannicures for males, sparked by a lack of manliness portayed by the so called superior ones.
Through our magnaminous amount of humbility, we saw a dying puppy begging for help. With the great power we held, we felt obliged to aid the poor little critter.
We mustered the energy to chase down an ambulance, which evaded our grasp as those within had not received our unique gifts of bravery and true selflessness.
We solemnly dragged our wretched souls to the front door. Only to be denied by those who had not wanted to break a nail. We were able to enter through our commitment and a 12 ton crane.
That concludes our memoirs of a true account that shall be remembered by all as Marching in the Rain. Lest we Forget.