Old Rumple Tweezer
My brother Timothy and I were out gathering in the woods on a day when a terrible storm blew in, catching us off guard. The sky grew dark, and the wind howled; it seemed lightning was everywhere. Then the sky opened up and we were drenched in an instant. We were miles from home and filled with fear about trying to get back in the storm. We saw a lone path in the forest and, without thinking, ran down it, hoping for shelter. After running for a mile or more through the forest, we were cold, wet, shivering, and afraid. Not knowing where we were or where we were going, we continued as the path became less defined and then disappeared altogether. “Prudy, Purdy, where are we going?” Tomothy asked me. “Tim, I’m not sure, …