At first, I thought it was only the dog making noise, but it was The Bow Wow Telegraph, and realizing the scope of the disaster I dashed into the barn, warning Jed the Donkey, who opened the horses’ stalls immediately.
Next the chicken coop and Martha, who rounded up the hens and nudged them into retreat.
That just left the human; difficult to budge, but one had to try, so I began to howl.
“What’s that Skippy, there’s a tornado from the left, a fire from the right and my Mother-In-Law from next door. Too right, it’s time to flee.”