Donny was right. The entire farmhouse had lifted off its foundation. It twirled around as it rose into the tornado! The great pressure of the wind on every side kept pushing the house higher and higher until it reached the very top of the twister.
Donny eventually lost track of how long the house had been essentially surfing the tornado's air currents. He knew that hours must have passed.
It got extremely dark and the wind howled terribly all throughout the house as well as outside of it. A couple times, the housed tipped very badly back and forth like a seesaw before leveling out again.
Donny sat on the living room couch with Toto sleeping in his lap. The young man realized that the length of time and relatively smooth ride (all things considered, once he got used to the constant
