One of Nature’s Terrible Two’s

A 69er… 69 words in it, no more and no less! I saw this on the outskirts of OK City.

            He must cut loose, be unhampered and free. It was imperative to flail his arms, stamp his feet, jump, dance, run, fly, scream, yell, shout, go his way no matter what anyone else thinks. And so he jumped, stomped, flailed, screamed; throwing a perfect tantrum, leaving a path of destruction behind him: twisted, broken trees; flattened or missing houses; overturned or crushed vehicles and sad, homeless and injured people.

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