The Storm

The Big Strom A storm was coming. Orson did not like storms. He ran under the table. The storm was getting close. The sky got very dark. Orson hid behind a chair. It started to rain. Big, fat raindrops hit the window. Orson went behind the sofa. It rained harder. Orson squeezed behind the plant, but he did not fit. A big ball of light lit up the sky. Orson did not like that at all! He did behind the door. The storm was very loud. It hurt Orson’s ears. Orson crawled under a rug. It rained and rained. Orson hid in back of the basket. The lights went out. It was very dark in the house. Then Orson hid in the best place of all.