The farmer was just in bed when his bedroom went as dark as the soil. It was hammering it down with streaking lightning. The farmer tried to open the door slowly but the wind blew it open instead. The windmills were bending left then right. Quick as a flash it was gone. Where did it go? Then another then another. The windmills were going crazy. One more standing. Bending left bending right. Still standing. Then a windmill came past and chopped it up faster then you can say Dinner.