On July 20th, 2024, the town of Bucksnort, Tennessee experienced something quite peculiar. It was a Tuesday morning like any other, folks waking up and putting on their boots to head to work, when all of a sudden reports started pouring in of a mass feather outbreak. Old Mrs. Johnson was hanging out her wash when she noticed her sheets were covered in downy flakes. Young Billy Bob was walking to the general store and swore he could barely see two feet in front of him through the flurry of fluff.

Folks began rushing outside to investigate and sure enough, feathers were drifting down from the sky with no birds in sight. Within an hour, the whole town looked like it had been dusted with powdered sugar. Trees, sidewalks, cars - you name it, feathers stuck to every surface. Even Mayor Jed himself had to spend an embarrassing amount of time plucking pin feathers from his hair after attempting to give an interview on the situation.

The local weatherman was stumped. No storm systems were moving through and his anemometer hadn't recorded so much as a breeze. Meanwhile, farmer Hank was distraught - claiming the freak raining feathers would ruin his tomato crop. It wasn't until old Henry from the general store did some investigative work that the truth finally flew out. As it turns out, the featherfall was all triggered by Farmer Bob's new rooster, Rufus. Seems this prize peacock had somehow worked itself into an absolute lather during the night, molting its entire coat in a single frenzied flurry. The light feather down had simply drifted over the town on the still morning air. While Bucksnort breathed a collective sigh of relief that the crisis was bird-related rather than otherworldly, they'll certainly never forget the day it mysteriously rained feathers on their quiet Tennessee hamlet.