anyhow, it was the damnedest thing. that canary sky? empty of any cloud save one. & from that cloud descended a tornado, like some absurd stalk. a whiring appendage scraping across the land, debris all abuzz around it in a junkyard nimbus. this little spinning juggernaut plowed right across down, sheering the roof off of city hall & turning more than one homestead to matchsticks.
we figured it was witchcraft.
