Sometimes on tummy mountain you can see the clouds boiling up into a massive grey stack from the south west, and hear the rolling peals of thunder telling one and all that the hot weather is about to be broken with a huge storm.
I do what any person does in a time of crisis: I rush out to take the washing off the line.
The little ones rush out to sound the tummy mountain emergency response system. Their voices.
From out the front I could here the joyous yelling of small children and I wondered what they were doing. Luckily Wee Small has a voice, that one could politely say, carries. So I could here her bellowing from the fields:
"Attention! Attention! All Butterflies!
Get under cover now!
There is going to be a Big Storm!
Emergency! All Butterflies!
Stay at home! The Rain is Coming!"
Well, we all have to do what we feel is the right thing to do when the big storms come.