“It’s awful cold out. Today I let the cat in and I had to defrost him in the microwave.” Laughter erupted from the backseat as the car roared down the highway. Entirely focused on twirling her doll, the girl giggled, “Tell another joke mommy.”
As the mother continued amusing the little girl, the driver glanced in his rearview mirror and saw the storm fast approaching. But this was not just any storm; this storm contained violent thunderheads and carried with it a layer of ash so thick that it made Pompeii look like a sandbox.
“Daddy? Where are we going?”
The father looked back at her in his mirror and calmly answered, “We’re going on vacation sweetie.”
His wife glanced uneasily at him. The weatherman said it would be the worst storm in history. The only hope was if civilians could head to the coast. The family arrived at the military bunker, hidden away in the cliffs of the coast. The father lifted his young daughter in his arms and, followed by his wife, approached the MP.
“Hold it right there.” The MP stopped the family, “Name?”
“We’re the Eriksons’.” The MP consulted his list, and not finding his answer on the first page, flipped to the second. The father looked back to see that the storm was getting closer.
“Alright go ahead in; but the ship’s almost full.”
The family hurried aboard the waiting vessel. The furry sides of the ship shifted with the strong winds that were beginning to buffet the sides. As the family buckled in, the ship was propelled into the air. After a very hard landing everyone emerged from the ship. The family looked back to see a giant holding a long pole with large bristles at the end move over their previous home.
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