“Haveyouheardthenews?”TiredTimaskedBrownieBeaveroneday.“There’sgoingtobeacyclone.” “Acyclone?”Brownieexclaimed.“What’sthat?Ineverheardofone.” “It’sabigstorm,withaterriblewind,”TiredTimexplained.“Thewindwillblowsohardthatitwillsnapoffbigtrees.” “Good!”BrownieBeavercried.“ThenIwon’thavetocutdownanymoretreesinordertoreachthetenderbarkthatgrowsintheirtops.” TiredTimlaughed.“Youwon’tthinkit’svery‘good,’”hesaid,“whenthecyclonestrikesthevillage.” “Whynot?”Brownieinquired. “Because—“saidTiredTim—”becausethewindwillbloweveryhouseaway. ItwillsnatchupthesticksofwhichthehousesarebuiltandcarrythemoverthetopofBlueMountain. ThenIguessyou’llwishyouhadtakenmyadviceandnotbuiltthatnewhouseofyours. “Ishallbesafeenough,”thelazyrascalcontinued.“AllI’llhavetodowillbetocrawlinsidemyhouseinthebank;forthewindcan’tverywellblowthegroundaway.” BrownieBeaverthoughtthatTiredTimwasjusttryingtoscarehim. “Idon’tbelievethere’sgoingtobeanysuchthing!”heexclaimed. “Don’tyou?”Timgrinned.“YoujustgoandaskGrandaddyBeaver.He’stheonethatsaysthere’sgoingtobeacyclone.” AtthatBrownieBeaverstoppedworkingandhurriedofftofindoldGrandaddyBeaver.Andtohisgreatdismay,GrandaddysaidthatwhatTiredTimhadtoldhimwasthetruth. “It’sa-coming!”GrandaddyBeaverdeclared. “Isawoneoncebeforeintheseparts,yearsbeforeanybodyelseinthisvillagewasborn. AndwhenIseeacyclonea-comingIcangenerallytellitalongwayoff.” “Whenisitgoingtogethere?”Brownieaskedinaquaveringvoice. “NextTuesday!”Grandaddyreplied. “Whatmakesyouthinkit’scoming?” “Well—everythinglooksjustthewayitdidbeforethelastcyclone,”GrandaddyBeaverexplained,ashetookamouthfulofwillowbark. “Themoonlooksjustthesameandthesunlooksjustthesame. Ihadatwingeofrheumaticsinmyleftshoulderyesterday;andtodaythepain’sinmyright. Itwasexactlythatwaybeforethelastcyclone.” BrownieBeaverdidnotdoubtthattheoldgentlemanknewwhathewastalkingabout. HerememberedthatGrandaddyBeaverhadwarnedeveryonetherewasgoingtobeafreshet. Andthoughpeoplehadlaughedattheoldchap,thefreshethadcome. Sadlyworried,Browniewentandcalledonallhisneighborsandaskedthemwhattheyweregoingtodo. AndtohissurprisehefoundthattheywerelaughingatGrandaddyoncemore. Theyseemedtohaveforgottenaboutthefreshet. ButBrownieBeavercouldnotforgetthatdreadfulnight. Andnowhetriedtothinkofsomewaytokeephisnewhousefrombeingblownawaybythegreatwind,whichGrandaddyBeaversaidwascomingonTuesdaywithoutfail. 
