Maelstrom

A maelstrom blustered through Carraway County one Wednesday morning, relocating cows, trees, cars, and the small ramshackle shanty of a post office. Everyone including Postmaster Muddle, whose mustache was the only bit of hair on his head still brown, hoped that the rickety wooden structure would collapse, and they watched through their basement windows as the storm pushed it around like a playground bully: hard enough to make a point, but just shy of getting in trouble with the teacher. Little did this bully know that the teacher--the whole town, in fact--was on its side.