After Bulwer-Lytton.

The wind was howling with intent again, so I just went out to move my garden bear…

… to a place where he’ll be less likely to get blown over and broken. And I can say – with full awareness of literary clichés from once upon a time to they lived happily ever after, and in homage to Snoopy the Dog – that it is:

a dark and stormy night.

It is. Windy, raining, and black as a French Lieutenant’s motives.