Big scary thunderstorm!

And Tobie did not like it, not one little bit.

Showing every sign of stress short of pissing himself, he stayed close to make sure Uncle Joel was safe. And that was when the hail started pounding on the bedroom roof. And such a hailstorm!

Of course it all promptly melted because it just wouldn’t be right if we didn’t have lots of mud to track into the cabin. This can stop now. It’s all right, I’m done.

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You shouldn't ask these questions of a paranoid recluse, you know.
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To the stake with the heretic!