It was storming when I left for school today. It was hard to see, and I came upon what looked like a box in the road before I could even swerve. I thought I would hit it out of the way with Joe Toyota, but I ran over it–it was one heavy mother of a box. I was worried that I might have broken something, but I kept on going without further incident. Then later Mombo called me and told me that Glenda found Greg Brown almost all the way to Rte. 906. He hates storms. I guess he freaked and went to look for me. I’m glad Glenda found him. The time before that when it stormed, I was at Deb’s, and she had to bring him in from the deck at 4 a.m. because he was whining and jumping at the door. She took him to my room, and I thought he would lie down at the foot of the bed as he usually does. With the next thunderclap, he jumped on top of me on the bed. He is heavy, and he has big, sharp toenails.

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