Your storm cellar was cozy with home-canned vegetables, recliners, a storm lamp, and crocheted afghans.  “Might as well be comfortable while you wait out a storm,” you explained.

Aboveground, one bannie rooster chased another while the chickens squawked.  You sent me home with half a dozen eggs, each small as my finger joint.

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