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Show Twisters . . . 60 "Mrs. Smileyl" I bellowed several times. Arthur shot the light around and behind everything, along the narrow little passageways we came to. It gave me the creeps, thinking we could stumble over her body without seeing it. I couldn't decide which would be worse-stumbling over it or seeing it. I guess Arthur was thinking along those same lines. "Wouldn't this make a terrific spook alley?" he whispered, turning around. A few seconds later, I heard a really weird sound. Arthur put on his brakes so fast I bumped into him. "You hear that?" he said. I nodded. We stood there, listening, as it repeated itself twice more. "Did you find her?" Stacey called from above, making us both jump. "SSSHHHH!" we said together. Arthur pointed with the light. "It's coming from over there, I think." "Will somebody answer me?" Stacey yelled louder. "IN A MINUTE!" Arthur boomed right in my ear. I followed him around an old dresser, past a spidery wooden h^gh chair, down another aisle of storage boxes, the white beam bouncing ahead of us in the direction of the noise. I caught my breath when we saw her. There she was, curled up on an old sofa with only her mouse-nest hair sticking out above the blanket. She wasn't deadj she was asleepj And snoring for all she was worth! Arthur grinned at me. We started to laugh, we couldn't help it. How could anyone sleep through a tornado? She made with another little series of snorts-dainty this time, as if she knew we were listening. |
