A rare twister visited the small town. It stayed for only a minute, but tussled with the town’s only mighty tree.

Half the tree still stood. The other half had little Riley Reed pinned to the intersection of First and Main.

The inhabitants of Fred’s Dime Store and Gas Up & Go were all attacking the giant oak like leaf ants.

From the peeling post office’s entrance emerged a mouse of a woman, rifling through her purse, her post office box key dangling from her mouth.

Mrs. Rose Reed swore her purse contained stamps. She was known through town as the woman who concentrated too much, she even missed the twister while she wrecked her own havoc on her purse’s interior.

Mrs. Rose, over here! Rose looked up from her onslaught and saw her son’s blinking sneakers poking out from under a huge fallen tree.

Rose sprinted over, brushing the town aside. With a strength that only resides in a mothers womb, she lifted the tree and her son was pulled free.

Mother and son would concentrate on their splinters later.