Desmond and The Uncanny Wind.

Today was uncannily windy. I wonder why it was. Perhaps a butterfly was flapping its wings somewhere in Wisconsin. Or maybe brown bears ate wild honey and that sent the bees swarming south. I couldn't tell either way. I wasn't there.

Today was uncannily windy. And I was here. I had to be. I wasn't there you see. The pages of my book were flipping, and for breakfast I had tea. Then it was pancakes for lunch. I would have had my milk in a saucer, but I wasn't a cat. I was here.

And Here was uncannily windy today.