I awoke in what seemed one of those plains driven towns far West of the Mississippi somewhere. the highest elevation of the majority of the terrain being no taller than your own head or so it seemed, There was a small town filled with those whose ancestors had stopped there their initiative in this world having just plain run out of gas. One thing that was evident among them however was a fierce abidance with the material laws of man in the form of thou shall not steal being up their with the penalties for premeditated murder. Now my own memory of events seemed to be as challenged as the folks for this town as I recall some thing about a couple of pals that unlike their neighbors were quick to scheme how they could continue on West along the path that their ancestors of a generation or two back had abandoned. They thought to accomplish this initially through invention of some form of newfangled inexplicable type of invention that if it did not function in some useful manner would at least wow its onlookers and convince them otherwise. To do this they were a bit too free with materials. Some of which just happened to disappear from the back of the local hardware and livery. Though no direct eyewitness evidence beyond the physical presence of the device existed. The most damning of the purloined items consisting of little more than a similar likeness of a large sheet of tin that was hanging from the device’s bolted armature. Something that a passerby might have spied as one of the boys held it out at arm’s length. Hearsay being the closest tie condemning the boys to the charge of grand theft. Word went quickly around the town to be on the look out for them as someone saw them fiddling on its edge by the prairie assembling their gadget.
Being no fools rhey took off a running and a riding towards a part of the country that was known as ‘robber’s roost’. The small posse of townsfolk delegated by happenstance pursuit having to stop short and suspend all plans for an immediate capture of these malfeasant’s as it became apparent that they had disappeared into the paradise of their filching brethren. The many lawbreakers nested in this area sitting high upon an artificial man-made hill that allowed for distant viewing far down the local road passing through. Able to determine the size of any oncoming force, that depending on its size, called for either fight or flight. Safe for the moment one of the boy returned to a restaurant of a family member settled nearby. A two-story white wooden clapboard family dwelling by the wide roadside intersection below the hill. The lee side of which had been built out into a one story extension containing a small dining room. The young man walking down the road observing the weather taking a stormy bent. Then noticing the dark fingers of congealing clouds not too far in the distance commencing their slow motion swirl into one angry massive funnel cloud. A tornado! The subsidiary winds passing swiftly by the young man suggesting that the eventual target would be his extended family branch’s main enterprise. Running like a demon he tore down the road across the intersection and into the front door screaming ‘tornado‘ and ‘to the basement quick‘. The several small tables of diner’s needing no further urging as they made a mad rush down the adjoining hall to the entrance just below the stairwell by the residence’s main parlor. The most likely mental picture of the event startlingly similar to a violently disturbed swarm of bees.
The commencement of rumbling and shaking above the refuge of the storm cellar making them all wonder what might be found still standing when they ascended after the violence above had subsided? To everyone’s surprise the structure that had been their refuge was almost completely untouched. This seemed highly curious as every other structure in the near vicinity surrounding the building had been near to completely demolished. No one milling about in the chaotic aftermath could figure it out until by chance one of them looked skyward to notice an odd foreign configuration of tin and bolted parts hanging off the gingerbread of the front gable of their unaffected wooden structure. Completely innocuous and inert and completely out of place sat their protector. The invention that the boys had dreamed up that had occasioned the unscheduled visit. No explanation as to how it had gotten lodged way up there and even more of an enigma as to what sort of effect that it had wrought upon the massive funnel’s path allowing for the rescue of the edifice from it. Such are the strange and oft related tales of the endless American plains.