That One Noisy Night

October 9, 2008
By Veronica Bernabe, Chicago, IL

The night was foggy and the rain kep on hitting the window, going tap pitter pat.
It was cold and the wind was blowing the rain on my cheecks going splat splat splat.
The wind stoppped and so did the rain, but the mice ran on the floor that goes creek creek.
Other than that, the mice were squeaking, all they did was squeak squeak squeak.
The silence rose again into the night, until my brother was saying zzzzz.
He stopped and I heard something else, like a bee saying bzzzzz.
Everything was silent, nobody made a sound and I could go to sleep; aaaaaah.
The night was still cold and then I woke up to the baby going waaaaa.

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