The Mystery of Mojo

When it comes to my family, I am the alpha-dog! Not the aggression type of alpha, but that sort of fractured alpha. Loved, top-dog, revered, and always loved by more than the cats are. And when you're alpha-dog, it's a good idea to become a useful one. Because one time, if I weren't alpha-dog, Mojo would've been in huge trouble.

It all started one day when Mojo was prancing around across the living room in the evening. Everyone was asleep, so us animals could do our things. "I think I'm the alpha CAT in the family." Mojo boasted to Madison and I. "That comment is a hoax! I think-er, know, that I'M the alpha-cat in the family." Madison bragged to Mojo. The cats were being quite gregarious tonight. "I can't handle this. I'm going to get out this debate so I can do more important things than complaining and jabbering comebacks at a couple-year old twin kitten!" Madison snapped. And she stormed out the room. She went in my dog kennel, and I followed, I needed relaxing time. However, I didn't feel like sleeping. Mojo headed toward the other room.

"Madison, you cats need to get it together. Humans always just say the same lame excuse when it comes to favorites- 'We all each other the same.' The way I see it, that's impossible. But humans are too independent to change themselves so they'll stop doing that kind of stuff." I said. Madison kust looked at me, a little confused. I just ignored it, and rolled over. Meanwhile, Mojo was meandering toward the back door. "Hey look, the door's opening." Mojo said to himself. "I wonder if Madison is watching me right now, and I just see her that well, no matter how good of eye-vision I have at dusk. So maybe when whoever is coming in comes in, I'll act like I love him, and she'll give up, and admit that I AM the alpha-cat of the family." Mojo also said to himself. Madison and I heard the door open. We were starting to notice it. "Look, shadows!" Madison said. We quietly walked behind a wall near the kitchen entrance so we could see the shadows without being seen ourselves. We saw a large, sort of tall human or maybe human-like shadow picking up an animal. "Mojo!" I whispered in panic to Madison. Then, in his hands, the possible human-like shadow went and carried Mojo outside.

Madison and I looked out a window from the kitchen. Well, we tried to. We couldn't reach the only other window in the kitchen, because the only one had too many items on display on top of the window sill. I got on Madison's shoulders, but I could only see the light on the garage was on. It only lit up when I sensed movement. And I saw that the garage door was open! "Oh crud, Mojo's been abducted! What's gonna happen to him?" I asked in panic.

"Forget that, let's go warn our owners. You take the parents upstairs, and I'll alert the children. It's like risking my life going to see them, but I don't want Mojo to get hurt!" Madison ordered. And with that, we scrambled off to do our tasks. "Don't worry Mojo, we'll help you, just hang in there!" I said in hopes as if somehow, Mojo, where ever he was at the time, would possibly, in some way-just in any way, would sort of understand and hear my message. I was optimistic about his safety. And so was Madison. We were doing it for the love of Mojo. I went to the door that led to the upstairs part of the house. But I realized that it was closed. It was peculiar, considering that the door is left open just in case the cats want to go upstairs during the night. I couldn't reach the doorknob, and even if I could, I couldn't open it, due to the lack of fingers. The same went for Madison. I didn't know what to do, so I silently meandered to the hall. Madison walked out of one of the children's rooms. "I couldn't them up." Madison said," They are just to heavy of sleepers!" Madison said. "Then we're gonna be doing this ourselves." I said.

We decided to become a substantial duet of fellow detectives. We went and tried to think back to the crime's taking place. But we couldn't remember anything outstanding. Then we went to the details. "Okay, I have questions to solve this caper. Why would Mojo be a victim? What for, and why? What is so special about him that would make someone tempted to steal him? Just answer!" I said. "Well, there are tons of bozos who cherish abducting innocent house pets from others' homes. Maybe it was a huge grudge. I just bet you that whoever took Mojo has a pretty supple heart if they try to love animals. Also, maybe Mojo was just playing around with us.

"However, if that isn't the thing that is happening, maybe he was stolen because he was a specific type of cat." Madison explained. "But what traits about Mojo would make anyone interested in him? He loves the outdoors, is very loving, and is a tabby cat, almost about to become a juvenile cat. " I said. "Lucy, that's it! I bet you someone near us wanted a pet cat really badly, and decided to steal a cat. But who do we know who lives close to us, likes cats, wants a cat that is partially teenage, is tabby, loving, and outdoorsy, and doesn't possess one, that knows where live?" Madison asked. "Our friends from a few blocks away must be the burglars. They match all of your assorted discoveries depicting things crime-related." I noticed. "Well, I still think I see the garage light on, so let's get out there and catch that thief!" Madison triumphed.

Inspired and encouraged, Madison went out the back door, now unlocked, and went out into the dark, cold dusk. And that's when we were both amazed, as I came out! "Oh my gosh!" Madison said. "No way!" I cried. We saw Mojo on my green leash that I use for roaming around the backyard whenever my owners stick me out. And then, I saw my Dad, taking out the recycling and garbage bins. "I knew there was SOME logical explaination!" I said. And Madison, Mojo, and I just froze in silence and astonishment, and obviously, confusion!

"I'm pretty sure you're confused." Mojo said. "We are! In fact, we thought that you got kidnapped!" I explained. "No, no, no, you see, the person who came through the back door was Dad, coming home late from work. He came and thought I should go outside, so he put me on this leash, and I've been roaming ever since. In the mean time, he's doing some minor work to surprise Mom." Mojo explained. "Ohhh, so that explains the human-shadow and why you weren't screaming for help!" Madison realized. "Well, now that that's back in order, let's go inside, and all enjoy our peace until it lasts." I suggested. So we all went, together.

And never again would Mojo want to learn a lesson the hard way. That's what happened in this episode. And I assume that the moral he's been taught was this: always scream to alert the American longhair and Cockapoo that something is happening so they don't suspect that he's been stolen. Anyways, after that, we lived happily ever after- once I can find myself a bone to chew on again, anyways....

Brig Kitties

On a perfect summer's day, when birds would chirp and fly in the

cloudless, sunny sky with the green grass growing, I chewed on a bone. Well, I didn't anymore. Fall is now coming, and a fall day, it's filled with clouds. The climate is more cold, and leaves provide humans more work. Well, about the extra work for raking, that's actually good, as long as humans are doing it. But then they wouldn't have enough time to cook steaks to feed to their dogs and they wouldn't have enough time to betraid their cats. But Madison and Mojo and Muffin are with me. So maybe not all of us dogs enjoy fall. But humans are. My brother loves fall because for him, the climate is just right. He has very high durability scores. But there's no time for that stuff. So on one of the ast days of summer, I was just chewing on my lucky bone. It was so fun. Just digging my tough teeth into the outer, yet inner layers of the tasty bone. I hope to rip through it some day.

So anyways, Madison and Mojo came by. "What're you doing Lucy?" Mojo asked. "Trying to get as far away from guys as possible." I said between knaws while knawing my bone. "Can we watch you?" Madison asked. "No." I said. Then, I had an idea. I thought: if those kittens are locked in something like a cage or a brig, then they would regret it and shut up, and stay away from me. It was my best idea yet! Or was it? So I got Madison and Mojo distracted.

"Hey guys, look over there. It's a rare and sacred cat of some sort!" I said. "Cool!" Madison and Mojo marveled. Then, I put them in a small bag. I closed the bag shut tightly and tied with rope. Then I released the cats, but they were released in a brig, where they were locked in. I destroyed the key so they couldn't exit. And with that, I went back to my business. Bag in the brig, Madison and Mojo were struggling to survive.

"Lucy, this is a big mistake! You'd better let us out this very instant!" Mojo yelled. Nothing. "Well, let's just sit here." Mojo said. 10 seconds later, things were boring. "Okay, we have to squeeze out somehow." Madison said. She remembered that cats don't have really good collar bones, and that they squeeze through compact spaces. "Let me try squeezing these bars." Madison told Mojo. "Okay" Mojo aggreed. Madison inserted through the one of the spaces between some the bars of the brig. "I think it's working. Wait- it's working-IT'S WORKING, IT'S FAILING!" Madison cried. Her body got stuck in the brig. Some of her body and her head were stuck out of the brig, but Madison's behind, tail, and hind legs were still in the brig. "I'm stuck!" Madison complained. "Hang in there!" Mojo yelled. "I wish I was free! I dream that this won't again!" Madison cried in a sort of pensive mood.

Mojo tried to push Madison out. "I hear a sound. Some squeaking noise." Mojo said. "Be optimistic about it, because that means I'm getting un-stuck." Madison said in high hopes. Mojo harder. And Harder. AND HARDER. Then Madison was sent falling out of the brig.

"Now, how do you get me out?" Mojo asked. "I don't know, but good luck trying to." Madison said. And she left. "Well, at least Lucy has the key." Mojo said. "I hope so." Mojo then added...

Louisiana Lucy- An Almost Competely True Story

I'm a lousy cockapoo. But I may have to be a Cool one for a while. I guess it all started on a beautiful morning. I found out an amazing fact. I was going to Louisiana for vacation! It was going to be great. There was a Golden Retriever over there. His name was Rudy. My owners also told me that there were two cats: Patches and Cooper. I was looking forward to it. So later on, everyone in my family started packing. I decided that I needed to pack things, too. I could just stuff them in a small box and conceal it somewhere in the van. So I went to work.

I decided to get Madison and Mojo to help me pack. "Madison and Mojo, I need to help me pack for Louisiana. I turned to you guys because for one, Mojo is in very intelligent, and for two, Madison is-uhh-Cool. So help me now!" I demanded. The cats went to work. "Here's that toy you call 'Jack,' a loofa dog, and that chewy doggish-toy thingy that you love." Madison said. "And I gave you a photo album I found, one of those puffy balls that Madison and I always go bonkers for, and some lint I found in of our owner's old jeans pockets." Mojo said. "Thanks guys. Well, I guess it's bye." I said. I put all of my luggage in a small, cardboard, state-of-the-art box. I hugged the kittens bye. Then, I hid the box in the van.

It moved out the driveway, and we drove on the highway. I poked my head out of the window. The wind blew threw my ears. It gave me a feeling that Mojo would hate forever if he could. But I encourage him to like it a little bit. So anyways, we picked my Mom's Mom, and went on the highway for real. We drove all day. It was kind of boring. I went to sleep on a pillow Mom kept in the front of the van. It was comfy. It was covered in flowers. The background was a creamy, light, rich blue. It was a comfortable as it looked.

I was on hinker hooks to get to a Hotel. We finally went to a hotel. "Ahhhhhh, perfect!" I said when I set foot on the parking lot ground. I really was happy. I just went on the bed. The hotel was pet-friendly. That was a relief. Now, to save time, I'm not gonna tell you the details at the hotel. All I'll say is I did my daily morning walk, and I got a bath.

So I finally got to Louisiana the next day. It was very hot, just like most other southern states. I finally got inside. "Air conditioning-a bit more decent." I replied to myself. Then, I went to explore. Only his scent showed that Rudy lived here. But I couldn't find her. I was introduced to Rudy's family. They were real nice. I don't want to talk too much about them, for I didn't get permission to mention their names on a website.

I went into the family room. There were either couches placed against each other. High on the wall was a flat-screen TV. It had golf on for a huge portion of the vacation. I wasn't focused on furniture at that time. I was, however, focused on a seemingly tricolor cat. She looked pretty old. She bumped into a wall. "Are you okay? And who are you Patches or Cooper?" I asked. "I'm fine. It always happens. I'm Patches, and you must be some stranger animal." the cat said. "I think you're mistaken. I'm Lucy. And why did you bump into a wall?" I asked. "I am pretty old. And it was an accident. I'm blind. That is why I may be seemingly clumsy. But I think many younger pets don't care. I know this place a little more now that I've lived here for a pretty long time. So, Lucy, you may wonder where Cooper is. You'll see him later. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go. It's cat stuff." Patches explained. And she left the room.

I went to the kitchen. There was good stuff that looked like that was in stake. I wish we had "steak" for dinner. But we had turkey. At least it was meat. My owners chopped some turkey up into tiny pieces and served it to me. They combined the turkey with regular dry food. But they wet a little bit. If it's "overwett-ed" I don't care, but the food should be preferably wetted. I had fun for the rest of the day.

Then, it was time for me to go to sleep. I went in my kennel, and even though I was tempted to escape, and even though I knew how, I was too tired to escape. So I went to sleep. I dreamt that in my home state,everyone was so depressed and bored and clumsy. But when the Illinois people came to Louisiana, they transformed into a new mob of persons. They were- Terrific! Then, I woke up.

I went outside on the leash I used for walking. I needed my fresh air. My brother went on the computer for a long time. He and Dad were always wanting to be on it, but there was only room for one. I tried to work on this blog, but it was a doggie-no-no. I'm too messy, and they had a new desk, and that was where the computer was set, and the people who owned the new desk wanted it to be clean. I'm trying to work on my etiquette, so you get the idea. I went outside that afternoon.

There were two halves to the backyard. One half had the garage. I hadn't gone in there before. Not yet, anyways. It was a pretty compact space. I'm a land lover, so the only thing I may not completely have liked was the pool in the middle. The people loved it, obviously, but it was a big no-no for me. I may be part water retriever, but I know that I'd rather be on a jog with Dad than a swim with Mom. So I never bothered to go in there. The second half of the back yard was large. It had an old storage shed. There was a lot of grass, and space, with only a few large trees. It was perfect for running. I went to explore the second half of the yard. I saw an old Golden dog. He was medium-largish in size. The dog approached me. I thought: This must be Rudy. If it's a Golden than it had to be him! We sniffed each other. "Eh, the youngsters." Rudy mumbled. And he retreated instantly. "I thought he'd like me for certain!" I said to myself. I slowly walked inside. The day slowly went by. I spent all day lying on the couch.

Then the next day. The day after that was my brother's birthday on August 19th. There was cake, and presents and stuff. I wish that I could have chocolate, because the cake was chocolate, and chocolate is very deadly to dogs. My brother got something that seemed pretty useless to a dog. I think they call them Leegoes or Legos or something. My brother also got some game called Trouble. It seemed boring at first, considering it wasn't a toy for dogs. But then, it was kind of intriguing to watch him play it. Then, it was night again. The vacation I was having didn't seem fun to you at first when you were reading the previous paragraphs. But then things got interesting.

A cat with some blackish spots and a very pale, dark greeny sort of color with white patches came out one afternoon. I figured that if he wasn't bumping into walls, he wasn't Patches. So I pretty much knew it was Cooper. "Hello, uh- feline. I think you're Cooper. Patches told me about you." I said. "Yes, I am Cooper. I am very timid. This explains why you may not have seen me earlier when you got here on Day 1. Patches is sort of my only 'cat-friend.' She's the only cat around here to keep me company. We've been devoted toward each other for years. I've heard about you for quite a while before you got here, Lucy. I ave always wondered what you looked like. Believe me, I am kind of confident to see you." Cooper chattered. "Well, I've seen assorted pictures of you and Patches. Now that I've seen you, I can always use those pictures as memories." I told Cooper. "Well, Lucy, you are an odd one but I want to say, you interest me." Cooper said. And he left to hide, as he said he had a lack of an outgoing temperament.

So I left to my ways. I noticed the bugs in Louisiana were larger than the ones in Illinois. The nature in Louisiana was very different from the nature in Illinois. There were larger trees. There were also pine-tree like plants over there. But in Illinois, I could find maples and stuff, but not much. And the animals were completely opposite. I noticed dead armadillos on the highway on our way to Louisiana. I've never seen an armadillo, so it was pretty intriguing. I marveled at the backyard by looking out the large glass sliding window. Rudy has stayed outside for a while. 4 days, 3 nights! It must've been hard for him. So that night, his owners let him inside. I felt jealous from all of my attention going to Rudy, but I felt bad for him. I tried to bond with him again. I walked up to Rudy. "So Rudy, how's life up here? Is it fun? Do you ever have any interesting moments here?" I asked. "Life down here is fine, it's sort of fun and sometimes to answer the last question. Now please leave." Rudy said. I went away to the other room. I felt that maybe Rudy and I weren't meant to be together.

I let the next night pass by. Friday was the last day of my vacation. The morning went all right. Rudy was lying down on the carpet. He was in a placid mood. Bacon was served for the humans. I had dog food with ground up turkey again. It was pretty thrilling. In the afternoon, my owners got some very old boxes from the shed. There was a lot of nick-knacks. Mainly models or dishes, but they from when Mom was my age. Then, the day passed by again. Then, it got very dark out. Everyone started changing into their swimming suits. I realized they were going swimming. And I was going to have to go with. I didn't want to swim.

I realized that loving the family I love right now was a bad choice to make. I burnt the bridges behind me when I made that choice, and unless I loved swimming, that choice was a huge regret. There was some light that lit up the pool that changes different colors. But I was colorblind, so it wasn't anything I could really enjoy. It seemed a little cool though. My owners started to kick me in the pool. Closer and closer I went. The dusk darkness wasn't making me enjoyed.

3: Oh no, I was about to enter the pool.

2- Oh crap, I'm on the edge!

1-Helllllllp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was down into the pool. I was swimming though. I was swimming! But I decided- You know- GET ME OUT OF HERE! "Help, I don't want to swim!" I yelled. My owners let me out. They went back to their fun, and went back to mine. I dried myself with a towel. My fun was lying on the couch while my owners' fun was swimming in a pool all night. I wrapped it up, and closed my eyes. It was going to be a long night. I slept through the entire night, however, and woke up on a Saturday morning. I was leaving that day.

My owner's re-loaded the van for the trip. I stayed in the van. Before I did that, I said quick good-bye to Ruby. "Rudy, we didn't know each other well, but I'll miss you so much!" I said as I hugged him. Rudy didn't reply back, but I wasn't bothered by that. We finally left near 8:30 or something. I poked my head out of the window. "I am a Louisiana Dog! Good-bye, Louisiana!!!!!" I screamed with decent pride. And we left. There was no rain. It was VERY cloudy. The skies were loaded with clouds. Left, right, up, down, even south west. But I was finally going home!

The hotel we went to was pretty cool. My owners left me in the van while they had dinner. I sat there. I looked at a picture of Rudy. "Oh Rudy, you were the best retriever I've ever met!" I said. I felt as if Rudy looked back at me in a happy way as if he was saying: "Lucy, you're a very sweet dog." I smiled. My owners unpacked for the hotel. I'm not going to talk about the hotel just to save time.

So anyways, when I got back home, I was stunned. "Madison, Mojo, I missed you!" I said when I saw them. "Lucy, we missed you, too!" Madison and Mojo said! We hugged each other. "Hey guys, let's go steal some human food- Louisiana style!" I said. "Alright!" Mojo cheered. And we all went. All I had to say then was it was great to get back home!

Madison, Mojo, and Patrick

(PATRICK-------->)

Well, man, I now know my life has been crazy. I've walked around the block during the cold, helped a cat with opera, gone in Michigan, and even Indiana, and now, had the kittens done the craziest thing ever known in the history of the cat!

It all started on a perfect Wednesday. The kittens were just hangin' around, while I was just chewing on the sofa. I drank once or twice from the toilet. Then, our owners came back from a certain errand. They said that they were going to the pet store or something. How was I supposed to know about what they were doing? They came back with a small, hollow box with breathing holes on each side. The small size-the breathing holes-the creature-like scent-there was something inside. And then, someone pulled out- an old cage? What was filling it with bedding all about. And when they opened the box, a small hamster emerged.

Madison and Mojo said that he was black and white, and that was nice because I lack color in my eyesight. It was a hamster, like said, and his name was none other than- "Patrick." "Hey-let's go look at the hamster!" Madison advised. "Okay!" Mojo said. And they ran off. Then, I remembered what Madison and Mojo did to the fish. I knew I had to stop them- so I ran off. I jumped on to my brother's bed, witch was the location of the hamster cage. "You kittens can't handle caring for such a fragile creature." I said. "Hamsters bite all the time anyways." "But we're hungry!" Mojo said. "I know what you two are up to- and that's trouble, no good, and trouble." I said "Besides, you cannot eat him." I said. "PLEASE!?" Mojo asked. "NO!" I snapped. "Also you can't even get access to him-his cage is securely shut." I said. "We'll show you, right Madison?" Mojo protested. "YEAH!" Madison said. This was a war between pooch and feline.

That night, the kittens played a dirty trick on me and Patrick while I was sleeping. They opened Patrick's cage-and let him go. But then they got in a deep sleep, because this took place 5 hours after midnight. But that morning, a terrible thing happened. Patrick got his way into the empty water pipes. "Hey, where's Patrick?" I said. I noticed that there were little footprints in the dust that is near the only way into the water pipes. That's how I knew Patrick was in the pipes. "Who should get our lunch-I mean brunch- I mean 'hamster!'" Madison asked. "Well, maybe we should rule you out because you want to eat the thing!" Mojo said. "Maybe I should rule YOU out, too, because you also want to eat him!" I snapped to Mojo. I knew that I could maybe fit in those pipes. But if I was the only one who wanted a successful rescue, then I should risk getting stuck in some stupid pipes.

So I squeezed myself in there. Down, down, down I went in a steep pipe. I finally landed. Dust flew everywhere. I heard Madison and Mojo's voices, echoing. "Let's go in the other water pipe entrances and see if we can find Patrick before Lucy does!" Mojo said. After I heard Madison say "OK", they set off. Those stupid cats. I should have known. I started to try to hurry up. "Patrick!" I called. I saw dust prints. "DUST PRINTS!" I said. I started to follow them. But I heard a voice. "HEY, look, dust prints!" Now, I knew I had to do something. But then, I saw Patrick, under my feet, in a hollow pipe under me. There was a small crevasse where I could fit my paw to grab Patrick. Soon, I grabbed him. Then, he bit me. Patrick's hamster species possess a tendency to usually redundantly bite and be mouthy. And hamsters have sharp teeth. So even though it hurt, I held tight. I jumped up another pipe. It was like an elevator. I found a pipe that went across,(in a left direction, where the pipe is going this way: -------->.)

Now the kittens would never find me. "Hey, look, maybe Patrick's up there, in that pipe that smells a lot like Lucy." A voice said. "Ohhh, I should get moving!" I quietly said to myself. I carried Patrick in an almost completely light grip.He was squeaking, and moving and struggling in my mouth. "Okay, okay you stupid hamster, I'm going as fast as I can!" I ran out of the exit, bumped into the wall, and ran back upstairs.

After I ran back upstairs, I put Patrick back. I made sure that it was cat-proof by putting a ton of layers of blue duct tape, put ropes around the cage, and even put on 14 and a half locks on it! Then I put Dreadlocks on it.

Soon, Patrick was safe, there was no doubt about it. But the kittens were gonna come out. So I blocked their only exit by nailing some wood on top of their exits. Well, at least Patrick was safe. But then again, I hoped the kittens could find their way out...

The Flood Horror-Part 3: Fortunate Floods, (Based on a REAL experience)

Previously on Flood Horror, experience II, the streets were flooded even more severely. And the kittens saw it for themselves. And then, I found out that later, this afternoon, heat was on its way. And even though I thought I was out of it, I was wrong. What was I gonna be in for? Is it still possible to get a walk? And will I be able to see Beaumont? Find out now on Flood Horror, part 3, Fortunate Floods, based on a REAL experience.

Well, It was finally back to normal. Birds chirping and all that stuff. But I was wrong. I did finally get to go on a walk, humidity levels high during the jog. My owner and I went on a long jog. Large puddles in the sidewalk didn't block me. I ran through them, as puddles, and waves of water and mud jumped into the air. And when I came back, it was bath time.

I got out of the bath 5 minutes later, and went on a car ride. Where? To the local river. It's always high during a situation like this, so we drove there, and it was pure ARC. ARC stands for American River Club. That river was massive in terms of height of water. We passed the pool. It was overflowing along with a nearby forest campsite, and front yard. We also got ice cream. It tasted like the texture of a Lhasa Apso, a dog part of the Shih-tzu mix. And then, the weather worsened. The wind got harsher. It was raining so hard, you couldn't see through the window due to the rain blockage. Once we got home, one of my sister, Sarah's friends came over.

And then, it happened: THE POWER WENT OUT. And man, that was the worst night I've ever been through. I watched to see the havoc. The streets weren't flooding. Earlier it went rain, heat, rain. Now it's raining. Mom got flashlights, set them all over the place, and lit candles in some places. The worst was now over, but then, I heard a large crackle sound. Then, a huge chunk of tree fell onto the neighbor's blue, shiny truck. Many people rushed to get the branches off. Somebody used an ax, and somebody else used a chainsaw, or whatever they had. But luckily, the truck still properly worked. But the tree people moved the branch onto our sidewalk. It didn't matter anyways.

So my sister's friend's older sister came over to find Sarah's friend, or in this case, her younger sister. They played this game where you answer all these gross questions like, "Would you rather eat food that a stranger just chewed on, or clean between the toes of a stranger with your tongue." So, let's not get there. Eventually, night REALLY came. All of Sarah's friends had left.

No air conditioning, it was HHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTT! The power went out, so until later, the air conditioning was permanently on what it was on when we still had the power: 76 degrees feherenheit. So it was very hot, Mom was sweldering, Sarah was sweating, my brother and Dad were scorching! Later on, at 1:00 in the morning, the TV came on.

"Hi, Chunk E. Genie- Uss here, we have expectancy of power for everyone in our state!" said the TV. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled. Chunky Genius ment that the TV was on, and that the power was on! I was free at last!

So next time, if you have any Flood Horror happen to you, keep in mind that I probably had worse, so anyways, this is Lucy, and the Horror of the flood saying-

THE END...

...FOR NOW

The Flood Horror-Part 2: "Em"-Barking to the Flood, (Based on a true experience)

Previously, on the Flood horror, experience 2, night was complicated to sleep in. Storms raged, and I saw that the street was flooded, and the city was worst. And Chunky Genius made thing worse, too, and I started to lack a massive appetite. And now we continue.

I was crestfallen to find out about our street, because I was planning to go on a walk. And you know how much I love those things. So, I went upstairs, and this was where Madison and Mojo were. "Hey, guys, look up through the window." I suggested. So, they did. Outside of blizzards, ice storms, and cold temperatures, winter is my favorite season. I saw that the street had worsened as the water started to crawl towad the driveway. The basement had never flooded- YET!

Later on today, I was still flabbergasted that not only I couldn't walk, because there was supposed to be no rain, but I couldn't play with Beaumont. I wondered how Willie the toucan, Destany the chicken, Fuzzles the lemur, Mister the Giraffe and all of them were doing. But forget that, later on, it started to warm up and this time, I thought I was finaly done. But I was wrong.

(READ PART 3 OF THE OUTRAGEOUS ADVENTURE!)

The Flood Horror- The Rainy Season (Based on a real experience)

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)