The tree limbs clawed at the side of the house, pushed by the ferocious winds. Lightning danced across the sky and rain pounded the windows. A flicker or two later, the power was out. Feeling his way to his bed, Mr. C climbed into his bed and snuggled beneath his warm blankets.
The front door rattled as though bigfoot was waging war against it. “Let me in, I need a dry place to sleep!” shouted a vo…