The strawberries were red and luscious. The weather had cooperated this year and fields of sweet, dark red berries abounded. Everything was quiet when David checked his field one final time before he retired for the night. He was antsy because the next day he had set aside for harvesting and packing his strawberries for the strawberry festival.

It was two a.m. when David was awakened by the sound of thunder. He got up from his bed and looked outside to see that the wind was blowing the tops of the trees around. Still, he thought, maybe it wouldn’t be bad enough to damage his beautiful crop. That was when the hail started. Half an hour later, it was all over.

David gave up on strawberries. He opened a petting farm and changed the name of his town to Billy Goat Hill.

©Karen Hydock