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Chris Panero reading Rabbit Dawn. The storm of the previous night had laid waste to vast areas in and around the village of South um in East, and Gala Storm of such vehemence was unusual in England and even more unheard of in September. The cost of the insurance companies would no doubt run into the many millions through legitimate and bogus claims alike. South and took the brunt of the storm. Trees had fallen and splintered, blocking all routes in and out of the village. The local handymen, Andy Brunswick was flat out doing his piece for the community with his trusty chainsaw. He had worked tirelessly since dawn to get the main road clear, a true helper of the community. And, of course, the advertising for his business could never be a bad thing. Throughout the village, destruction was the order of the day. Local businessman counted the cost of ruined stock and glazing Six months worth of rain, accelerated by gale force winds, ruined a great deal of food in the modest but small cooperative shop. The soft furnishing store opposite lost most of its beds and sofas. Even if they could dry them out, they would always smell of damp and rot quickly