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That very night the children returned home, and the storm broke. Thunder bellowed. It shook the house while their mother tearfully explained that Grandmamma had flown to the Virgin’s embrace.

The children ran to the window. They wanted to look out into the rain, upon the graves.

What they saw was a bolt of lightening strike the black walnut and split it to the root.

Out of the broken bole came a Golden Bird.