I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
Someone walked into a room and you heard a crash! Someone died. What happened?
A Fish tanks broke and the fish died