I finally found an umbrella, so now we can go out without getting wet!
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It's so strange.
I've never been outside without Mom and Dad. Have you?
I bet you have, you're an owl after all!
You've probably been all over the place and have all kinds of memories...
Meanwhile, all I've got is puddles.
Puddles and puddles and puddles.
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Splishity splash, splishity splash as my wheels run over the pavement.
You know, Mom and Dad never did let me move around my own chair.
I always thought that was annoying.
But now my hands are all wet from pushing the wheels and that's annoying too. Huh.
Oh! The rain's started to pick up.
The rain sounds a lot worse inside, doesn't it? I wonder how loud the rain is when those voices are at their loudest.
Their throats must hurt from doing so much screaming. They'd probably need honey to sooth it down.
Actually, there's probably not enough honey in the world to sooth that many mouths.
Yuck. I hope we don't run into it.
It probably smells like cherries.
All red things smell like cherries and cherries are gross.
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Hey, since no one's around, do you think we should roll down the hill? That'd be fun, right?
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Voices in a Thunderstorm
HorrorWhen a mysterious creature appears out of nowhere, what are you to do when you believe you are the last person standing? Warning: There will be mentions of suicide [Going through the process of editing, so be prepared for changes. Constructive crit...
