A Story

When the land stopped shaking, people started to come out of their shelters. A small girl, Mary ran out into the open rubble to find her cat. She didn’t care about anything else and hadn’t another thought in her head. No one had told her that the falling buildings that had surrounded her could’ve crushed her. There were boxes, trains derailed, and houses destroyed. Bodies were found underneath houses pulled up by diggers. Mary was petrified but she didn’t show it at all. She couldn’t find her cat anywhere and wouldn’t stop looking even with the look of her surroundings. Her cats name was Gunther. Mary's mother finally caught up with her. "Don't be silly," she exclaimed angrily. "Where did you think you were going?" Mary burst into tears. "Gunther's basket had been crushed and i can't find him anywhere," She shouted. " Henry's hamster is did, so is the puppy!" I want my cat! Wherever can he be?" She cried bitterly in her mother's arms. Suddenly from out of a little opening in a bush near by, surrounded by fallen houses, there was a pitiful miaowing sound. "Could it be Gunther? Could it be?"