The hurricane had come, and it was swallowing everything up… the trees, and houses, the grownups eating at the table, the kids on their tricycles, the people praying in Church. Katy ran towards the old scary barn as the sky and ground disappeared behind her. She leapt at the very last moment, and the great old rusty doors slammed behind her. Outside, the hurricane howled. It was dark and musty inside. She climbed up a ladder, and looked through a window. There was no wind. There were no stars. Katy and the barn were the only things left. They sat there, in the blackness: at least they had each other.
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