Well, I've come really far after coming here as a crude puppy. But that means consequences. A perfect example is a 3-part event that meant that I could die due to the lack of safe weather. It all started on a very hot day.
"I hope it will rain tomorrow, because I'm hot!" I said. Madison was panting. Mojo was- well, getting sunburns, because he's an American Shorthair, and he's was getting sunburned more easily. Well, that night, I made a big regret. It rained cats and dogs, or in this case, Coyotes, wolves, dingoes, tigers, cougars, lions, and German Shepherds. I was woken up to the sound of throbbing-loud thunder, and the sight of flashes of light, witch probably was lighting. I was scared. I frantically opened the curtains. The street was flooding. It was worst thsn last time! I was tired.
The next morning, the street was back to minor. But then, at around 11:00 AM, the thing looked like a river. Then, I saw the weather channel. "We have an expencency of tragic weather. In Chicago, we have major floodings, and we have reported basement floods." said the weather reporter, Chunk E. Genie-US, A.K.A, Chunky Genius. And I started to bark. I was due to have lunch, but I lost my appetite to fear.
(READ PART 2, THE FLOOD HORROR: PART 2)
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