Good News, Bad News on The Scariest Day Ever
First whee are going to play a little game with you that our Mummy calls ‘good news, bad news’.
Whee will start with something easy.
Good news . . . Whee are entered in two competitions whee would love for you to vote for us in. Bad news . . . It will take some of your time and one needs a facebook account.
The other contest is with our local newspaper! Please vote Basil (ME!) as the cutest pet by clicking here and using your facebook account (if you have one). It would mean a lot!
Now to the horrible bit. Good news is . . . whee are alive and phsyically fine. Bad news is . . . Well it’s hard to know how to put it so I’ll just tell you the story from my point of view.
It was a little after midnight. The hoomans were in bed. Buddy was in a hay nest sleeping in a pigloo. I could hear Nibbles snoring. When all of a sudden there was a very loud dull boom that made the whole house shake. I dashed to Buddy side and whee both looked around frantically in the dark. It was then I saw it wasn’t fully dark. Orange light seeped under the curtains. I relaxed. Hoomans car machines have headlight that colour. There was a strange whoosh and pop noise like fireworks and I glanced at Buddy. This wasn’t normal. I heard noises upstairs and Mummy coming down them. (I always recognise my source of carrots footsteps!) She reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped toward the front door and whee could see her through the living room doorway (Whee live in the living room by the way!). All of a sudden she stumbled back and screamed something. A word whee recognised.
But whee know fire. It sits nicely in our fireplace and makes the house toasty on cold nights. Mummy dashed back up the stairs screaming at everyone to wake up. Then came running back down to us. She leaned over our cage to look out and whee saw the fire. Huge flames all over a hooman car machine outside. This fire wasn’t well behaved. It was greedily reaching for everything nearby. Hoomans were outside their hutches and really scared. Mummy and her Mummy, with the help of the little hoomans, lifted our cages and carried us into the quiet of the kitchen. Mummy was on her phone calling 999 to come and save us.
Efurryone was shaking and frightened. A loud siren split through the air and whee panicked and tried to hide again. But the hoomans seemed relieved by this extra noise.
Mummy explained that they were the fire brigade and they had come to put out that naughty fire that belong in a fireplace not a car. She said they think somebody did it on purpose. Whee don’t know why.
Our furmily had to spend a long time clearing up glass from all over the front of our house. Our neighbour Mrs Old-Lady was really frightened and our little hoomans needed lots of hugs before they were brave enough to go to bed tonight. It’s really mean of somefurry to do that. Whee are still a bit shaky as is Mummy. It was just really loud and bright. Why would anyfurry do this? Hoomans are strange and sometimes very stupid creatures.