Premise: But stories I remember hearing one of uh, I believe it was Marsha uh, the wind caught the storm door there she was, she was uh, hanging on to the back storm door and I guess pulled it open a little bit to see what was going on and the wind caught it and threw her right out in the yard.

Hypothesis: The best story about storms I have ever heard was about Marsha getting thrown out into the yard when the wind caught the door she was opening.
Relation: entailment