Curses! Last night's wind made a mess of our church — or whatever was left of it. Everett was right. We should have reinforced the roof with some of those building blocks. He'll relish in that, too! Now I must patch the holes, but I can't recall where I had last placed the blocks... I thought I saw 'em near the church, but I can't find them anywhere! Did my eyes grow tired with age after all?