“Chuck, Chuck, it’s the big male! He’s trying to get in!”
(The gash is about five feet long and at least a foot wide. I jump to my feet.(
Remarkably, no one seems to be hurt. Benjamin is standing and helping Makali to his feet. There are several other gashes in the ceiling from the impact, and large amounts of rain are beginning to flow into the camper from these holes. The roof has been crushed down about a foot from the trees’ weight, and the floor is covered with pieces of shattered branches, wet leaves, and chips of still sizzling tree bark. The continuous flood of rain instantly extinguished the flame engulfed tree. I take a step forward and offer my hand to help Miles stand. Before I can reach him, there is a violent collision against the right side of the camper near the door. Miles jumps to his feet and moves toward the side window – another booming impact to the side of the camper.
“Chuck, Chuck, it’s the big male! He’s trying to get in!” he yells.