It sounded like a herd of buffalo coming down the mountain and taking the trees out.

I want to be near the ocean, Lincoln, the ocean! I want to feel the tides. And i want mountains, too, at least one mountain. Is that too much to ask? And trees. Not a whole forest, necessarily. I'd settle for a thicket. Scenery. I want scenery!

It sounded like the mountain exploded, and the whole thing crumbled. I could not see any house standing anymore.

Trees are coming down like crazy, like toothpicks.

It sounded like an old B-52 bomber taking off. I looked out the window, and the flagpole was bent over and the flag was sticking straight out.

Top shelf where momma hides the cookies!