For the Disasters Challenge; Hurricane.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Once upon a time there lived a hobbit who left his cosy hobbit hole, took his dog, and built himself a wooden house with a straw thatch roof, on the top of a high stone peak.
One day a mighty, powerful, wind arose that picked up house, hobbit, and dog tossing them skywards, willy-nilly, until they finally landed in a heap.
The hobbit peered out and said to the dog, “Well I guess we’re not in Hobbiton any more…”
They were never seen again.
Which goes to show that hobbits that leave their homes always come to no good end!
I'm slightly out of synch - I'll do earthquake soon!