And that kitchen was no place for a cyclone.
He rolled and whirled for an instant, then scrambled to his feet and began running in widening circles.

Brown tried to seize him as he passed, but he might as well have seized a railroad train.

Another chair, also loaded with fly paper, upset, and Job added a third sheet to his collection.

This one plastered itself across his nose and eyes.

He ceased running forward and began to leap high in the air and backwards.
The net containing the big lobster fell to the floor.