Admittedly, I don't live "way out west" in 19th century dustbowl america, but I find it hard to believe that some haggard old gimmers would fall for such a tall tale such as a house taken upon a zephyr.
OK, so maybe they believed in faeries, and were taken in by carny types with their inch high private eyes and big fat merkin'd women, but windy domicile relocation? No way, Sir!
Surely it was obvious to the entire family when the pussy posse ride up, with their lame excuse for a beaver patrol, and have to be prompted by the cretinous cowboy. Not to mention his ludicrously implausible request to go!
How come the freakoid family were so keen to say "oh kai" when it's clear he was lying between his teeth?
Mayhap they were keen to get rid of the miserable malfeasant so they could engage in a bit of rampant rodeo action on the ranch. Deliberately place him a corner and play dull piano tunes until he gets the hint and fecks off, leaving them free to throw their Sunday Best to the wind and get down & dirty in the parlour.
"Our clothes... they've... blown away... Oh no. May I come..."
The man, he may have said Oh Kai...
...but now it's Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Yes! YES! YES!!
