Of course, the storyteller had stopped. This is what tellers of tall tales are expert at doing. At just the right moment--they stop and allow the listeners to clamor and beg for details. It’s some sort of satisfying ego move--a finesse, I guess you’d say. The lady knew her audience. She paused and immediately 6 blue-hairs cackled and begged like hounds with a sniff of dinner at a kitchen screen door. When the last, “Tell us what happened” had rung silent, she nodded and smiled satisfied with herself.
Great story and I laughed at the way you managed to put that pause in before telling us what had happened, being the true storyteller that you are.