On normal mornings, the first thing Vernon saw from his bedroom
window was a big hayfield between two long, wooded hills.
This particular morning was different: a Big White Thing outside his
window was blocking his view.
"Where'd it come from?" Vernon whispered.
"How should I know?" Junior whispered back. "What is it?"
"I bet I know " Vernon said. "It's a tank that must have
exploded and landed here It just missed us "
Junior...