Bundles of hay covered the field. Finally, Jim could take refuge from the coming
storm; the damp air was bringing in heavy clouds.
He climbed down slowly into the storm shelter, heaving his husky frame into the small space. He felt trapped as he closed the bulkhead door. The wind began to howl and the air pressure changed; the hairs on his arms stood up straight. The increased noise outside and the shaking door kept Jim huddled into one of the dirty corners. He remained so until he fell asleep, exhausted from fear and the day's hard labor.
The next morning dawned brightly, and Jim, awakened by the birdsongs, bolted from the cellar to see the most beautiful sunrise he had ever seen.
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