Monday, Spring 1
5:00 am
Cloudy
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A violent storm raged outside his home, but Henry hardly noticed. He was still soundly lost in dreamland, flying on the back of a talking cow named Billy. Having grown up in a city, storms were hardly different than car horns and construction noises. It wasn't until his window shattered and the winds came howling through his small house that Henry fell out of bed with a "Gyagh!" Landing in a tangle of bedsheets, he quickly struggled to work his way out of the mess and scrambled to his feet.

"That's some storm!" Henry ducked back down and pulled a large wooden slab out from under his bed. "Always be prepared," he muttered to himself as he hoisted the slab up over the window. Four small wooden hooks stood waiting, and the slab slid neatly over the window, cutting off the winds instantly, though the incredible sound could still be heard from outside. Henry turned to take stock of his house; like most smaller houses, his was all one large room. Some pots and clothes had been scattered by the wind, and his small dining table had been knocked over. "Ah, man..." Henry sighed, head slumped in defeat. Suddenly, it snapped up, his demeanor suddenly far more serious.

"The potato field!"

Henry burst out the front door, still in his night clothes, as the wind nearly blew him off of his feet. He kept himself steady - barely - and managed to get to his field. Some of the crops were almost ripe, and the food was paramount to keeping his farm alive. Grabbing a nearby tarp, Henry rushed to set up a shelter for his potatoes. After ten minutes of epic struggle, Henry laid the last stone down to keep the tarp in place. It wasn't pretty, but he had managed to save most of his field. With a sigh, Henry glanced up at the sky, and his mouth fell open. This was no storm; not like any [i]he[/i] had ever seen, anyway. The clouds were swirling unnaturally, and the lightning was terrifying to look at. A bright flash struck Mount Edelweiss, and then the storm was suddenly no more. Henry kept staring, deeply concerned by what he had seen.

"That was no storm..." he said solemnly. He had never seen anything quite like that before, and certainly nothing that had vanished into thin air. There must have been more to it. Still, as long as he had no leads to follow, he had no way to find out what it was. Henry sighed. "As long as it doesn't happen again," he decided, "I guess it's alright." He turned to look back at his potatoes, still covered up by the tarp.

"Ah man..." he said. "I have to take that down now. And after all that..." With a sigh and a shake of his head, Henry took down the tarp and let his potatoes free. He kept the stones nearby though, just in case. He glanced through his window. His house was still a disaster. "...Err... I can clean that later," he decided. He glanced at his watch: it was about 6 am. With a shrug, Henry decided he might as well stay up. He took three steps toward town before realizing he was still in his night clothes. With a start, he rushed back inside to get dressed. Today was already promising to be an interesting day.