Stan Powley sat in his living room chair in his farmhouse on the Alberta prairies and felt a cool breeze blow through the window. He stood up and walked over to window and looked out to the west. Storm clouds were on the horizon. As he continued staring out the kitchen window he could hear what he thought was a train off in the distance. But it wasn't a train, it was the wind about a kilometer away. Stan stared at a bush that was still but seconds later the trees swayed and bent violently as the storm winds approached. The winds became louder and louder sounding like a freught train coming through his yard. Only moments later the winds arrived and blew back the curtain and rocked Stan back on his feet. He quickly closed the windows and told his wife he was going outside.
Slowly Stan exited the house and stood in the middle of the yard where he could get a better look at the clouds. He noticed that they were moving in at a feverish pace. The winds continued to gust and he hollered at his two boys to head inside as there were two funnel clouds that he saw spouting in the sky about a mile away. A minute later the winds stopped gusting and like the hand of God had stepped in everything had become quiet. Stan looked up to the sky and he could not believe that it was not raining. He continued to analyze the clouds that appeared to be rolling but then they stopped moving and split into a series of sharp ledges. Stan then knew that this was the worst possible scenario: hail clouds.
You may ask why hail clouds are the worst scenario for a farmer and that is because the hail stones, depending in their size, will pound the crops and the soil into oblivion.
Panicked, Stan knew that he had little time to change the fate of the storm so he quickly moved into action by running over to the toolshed where he rummaged through his tools and found what he was looking for: an axe. He then took a grinding stone and rubbed it on the blade to make sure that it was sharp and rushed out of the shed and into the eye of the storm. The thunder rumbled through the sky and lightning zig zagged in wild formations lighting up the dark sky in white streaks. Stan then walked out into the middle of his field and stood facing the hail clouds and lined up his axe in the middle of the clouds and raised it over his head and swung it down driving it into the earth, simultaneously screaming out a Ukrainian proverb. Mystically the axe split the hail clouds in two. Seconds later the storm dissipated, the sun appeared from behind the clouds and the crops were saved from the hail.