scattered across the village.
One house had lost half its shingles.
Another had a section of roof ripped away completely.
Barn doors were hanging from broken hinges.
Trees had fallen across roads.
The storm continued for hours.
Then, almost as suddenly as it had arrived, it disappeared.
The valley fell silent.
Villagers slowly emerged from their homes to see what remained.
And then they noticed Mrs. Gable’s house.
It was still standing.
Its windows were intact.
Its walls were untouched.
And its roof was still there.
Not a single plank
