Bough/tempest

When I arrived home from vacation to find a litter of bright oranges from my tree strewn about the yard, I assumed a tempest had swept through town; then I caught a glimpse of Danny the Squirrel, notorious for his menacing digestive issues, and realized he had passed some powerful gas while climbing those once fruitful boughs.
-Gladys Potter

On a dare, I bravely carved my name into the bough in the middle of a winter tempest, only to find the next day that instead of “CINDY WUZ HERE,” the wind had guided my hand to carve, “DIAPERZ RULES.” 

–Cindy Capleton

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