The hurricane didn’t come anywhere near here.
Because I successfully scared it off.
I stood on my back porch and screamed at it.
GO AWAY HURRICANE! I screamed. GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!
And, after sixteen hours, it did.
Instead of coming here, it went to New Orleans.
My neighbors didn’t appreciate it, though.
Even after I told them that I had successfully scared the storm off.
They brought torches and pitchforks.
And they’re about to do something that will make me scream.
Which is rather ironic, considering they want me to stop screaming.
GO AWAY NEIGHBORS! I scream. GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!