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There’s not much that’s as freaky as waking up at midnight with my bed shaking
like a wet dog, and then getting out of bed to find the whole bus rocking like
a ship in a storm. Then I realize there is lightning and thunder all around,
rain pouring down, and my dad is running up and down the bus shutting all the
windows. Then crash! bang! and whoosh! the awning is flapping against
the roof of the bus and it sounds like hail. “There goes the awning!” Daddy
yells over the sound of the thunder, and I’m cowering in Mummy’s bed. Amazingly,
Sparkie slept through it all, through what was later confirmed as a tornado.