"My dog is hurt!" I hollered across the town. Someone came running towards me. "What happened?" they stated. It was a fisherwoman.
"My dog's hurt!" I cried out again. She simply answered, "Where?" Why was she so somber?
"There was a broken coffee mug on the street, and Fida stepped on it!" I answered, my eyes brimming with tears.
Then another cry arose. "Help! Robbery at the bank! HELP!" Then another - an engineer, Mx. Simons, who was usually logical and mature, started shouting too. "HELP!"
A little boy began sobbing. "I lost my playing card!" Then out of nowhere, a storm began - and then stopped.
Ms. Nina, a usually cheery builder, yelled and ran speedily away from the ship she had been making - it was shattering to pieces!
Then Mr. Seven, a piano teacher, began yelling too: "The notes won't sound right!" His daughter, Miss Eliza, a detective, cried out: "I can't solve this murder! Is it the zealous inventor or the "
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