I’d stand in my front yard pointing at the sky and yelling, “A twister, Ma! It’s a twister! Oh no! Pa’s in the outhouse!”
I’d turn my television to the good folks at WEAU for their SkyWarn Forecast. Nate Larscheid will tell me if I need to worry myself.
I’d seek shelter immediately. I’d proceed to a pre-designated shelter area such as a safe room, basement, storm cellar, or the lowest building level.
I’d run outside with my video camera and see if I could film the whirling cyclone of destruction for www.tornadovideos.net. Sweet!
I’d fire my mighty cannons forthwith to the very heart of the wicked vortex where my mortars would explode it to calmness.
