Monday, February 23, 2015

Bull, hat, storm

“Hats off to you,” the farmer called across the way as his hat was literally blown off in the storm, which landed squarely on the bull’s nose.  The roof was the next to go, which made Chum take the hint and run down to his cellar.  Unbolting everything, he looked around for his family, wondering when they were going to join him.  The minutes passed as more and more boards of his house began tearing themselves off.  Then, in a stoke of brainwave, he remembered that his family had gone out of state to visit that relative he hated so much.

Shrugging, he rushed into the cellar and bolted everything behind him.  As the storm battered at his door, Chum sat down to wait the thing out… alone…

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