bear tornado
It was a perfectly typical tornado. But it was mine and I liked it. I carried it around with me in a Mason jar. Sometimes I would hold it up so everyone could watch the miniature swirling weather patterns.
It was a summer afternoon and I was walking through the woods. A big black bear stood up and growled at me. He must have been eight feet tall.
I took the tornado jar and threw it into the bear's mouth. The bear bit down on the jar and broke it and cut his mouth on the glass and started bleeding all over the place.
"I'll have your leg for a sausage," growled the bear but then the tornado flew into the bear's stomach and carried it away into the sky.
I started floating up towards the treetops but the bright sunlight distracted me and I woke up.