The tip of a pine tree crashed through the house and speared between the stilts and into the earth beneath. Charlotte yelped and Isabelle crossed herself. They could see through the hole into the living room. The torn, jagged edge of the trunk was sticking up half way to the ceiling, which, of course, now had a rather crudely installed skylight with electrical wires hanging loose. A squirrel scurried across tree limbs, jumped out of the tree, picked up a fruit, and jumped back in.
“Resilient suckers,” Jason remarked.