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The Storm

by Luckie

June through November is a very bad time of year where I live. The rains come quite often and quite hard. Well I must tell you about these poor friends of mine who went through some hair raising experiences right along with me.

My friend Sparky who lives just down the street is always outside running around and barking and having a good time. Although he is a dog and I am a cat we get along real well. Surprising isn't it? Let me tell you there was one particular day when Sparky nor I were very happy or having a good time.

It was a usual warm, summer day when Sparky and I were doing our usual hanging around when suddenly later that afternoon the skies began to get gray. We didn't think much about it because we were used to the rainy season and the storms we had everyday. They usually didn't last long and before you knew it things were back to normal. Anyway, this particular storm didn't stop and we realized it was getting worse and worse. Things were so bad that lightning and thunder was all around us. We had one particular problem however, our humans were not around and we had no place to seek cover. Sparky and I became really scared. Sparky started with his nervous barking and I tried to be the calm one. We went searching all over the neighborhood for some safe shelter dodging thunder and lightning at every turn.

Finally a few blocks away we found one of the neighbors had left the garage open. Sparky and I ran into the garage when low and behold guess what we saw? A MOUSE!!!! I was stunned and so was the mouse. Neither of us really knew what to do. Sparky held me back so I didn't do anything foolish and the mouse ran to a corner.

Needless to say we all realized we were all trapped together whether we liked it or not and we all needed to get along and not do anything foolish. We kept our distance and continued to glare at each other.

Finally a few hours later thank heavens the storm passed. Sparky and I were sure glad to be out of that garage. That Mouse ran like the dickens as soon as he realized the coast was clear and we never saw him again
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Saturday, 03-May-2003 00:23:59 EDT