One SUUUUPER scorching hot day, I was walking in the Hoomie Hills with Appoline (an Apple Punny), picking some poppies for Figaro’s friend’s cousin’s sister’s friend’s Cloverspring beach wedding. In the springtime, Hoomie Hills has the most beautiful kinds of poppies that make the most adorable little bell noises when you shake them. The coolest ones are definitely the roundish, scarlet orange kind that have glowing pollen!
We were underneath a Golden Gypsicyan Sunflower, which is like a normal sunflower but over 40 feet tall/wide! They have the best tasting sunflower seeds that taste like fresh oranges, so I try to pick some up whenever I can. Just as I was about to pick a white poppy, a strong breeze shoved me and nearly knocked me upside down! I turned around, and in the distance… a HUUUUUUUGEEEEEE twister was storming our way!
“YIKES!” I yelled, dropping my basket of flowers. I’d heard about twisters happening randomly in Hoomie Hills, but never thought I’d get to see one up close.
“Jump on the sunflower, unless you want to get blown into the ocean!” Appoline called, scrambling up its giant stem. I followed close behind just as the twister smashed into my face! We clung onto the stem for our lives, which swung wildly back and forth as if it were a furious puppy shaking off water. I yelled a lot, because it felt like we were going to fly away in all the chaos!
When the twister finally subsided after over an hour, Appoline and I climbed down and plopped ourselves on the grass. I spit out the leaves that got in my mouth and took off my wet-grass-covered jacket. At this point I think we both gave a sigh and fell asleep. Being tossed around left and right by an angry twister was exhausting, but quite the memorable experience.