This morning I really thought the thunder season was upon me. It startled me out of my sleep. I woke up because some of the normal sounds in the house stopped. The fan that my younger person runs at night stopped running and he never gets up that time of the morning. The house was silent – except for a few unusual beeps that I don’t hear very often.
Then all of a sudden I heard a loud crack. I was convinced that thunder was on its way – ready to attack me at any minute.
I got up and tried to figure out how I would escape it if it made that sound again. By now it was beginning to smell too. An electrical kind of smell filled the air – way stronger than a regular thunderstorm. I really started getting worried.
Then the normal noises in our house returned – the loud crack didn’t come back – and the electric smell finally faded.
Whew!
My person said the loud crack sounded like a gunshot, but is also the sound a transformer makes sometimes when it blows.
Transformers? Aren’t transformers those robot things that change? Maybe it was a good thing that one of them blew up.
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