Taming the Gale

A sudden gust hit me right in the chest! Down from the high shelf, I spotted a metal desk fan humming softly on the desk corner. The air rushed out in a steady spiral, blowing scraps of paper across the wood. I charged straight into the draft without flinching! Digging my heels into the desk mat, I pushed step by step against the swirling wind until I reached the base. With both hands braced firmly against the dial housing, I stood tall, letting the rush whip past my tails like a fierce vortex. Nothing knocks me off my stance!