“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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