Excuse Me, Mr. Thunder!

“We need a good night’s sleep,” Ally told her baseball bat as she closed her eyes. “Tomorrow is a big day.”

- Stephen Cravak

All was quiet, all was well. Ally slept, until . . .

Swoosh! Rushing wind rattled her windowpane. “That noise has got to stop.” Ally hopped out of bed and opened the window. “Excuse me, Mr. Wind!”

“Yes, little girl?” whooshed a gentle breeze. “I’m sorry, but you’re keeping my bat and me awake.” “But when will I whiz, wail, and whoo?” asked Mr. Wind.

“This is my job, you know.”

“Please, not tonight,” said Ally. “I have something important to do tomorrow.” She whispered a secret to him.

“Ah, I see,” said Mr. Wind, closing the window. “Good luck!”

All was quiet, all was well. Ally slept, until . . .

Rat-a-tat-tat! Dripping drops dashed across the roof. “Oh now what?” Ally stomped across the carpet. “Excuse me, Miss Rain!”

“Yes, little girl?” pitter-pattered the petite pellets.

“You woke us up. We really need our sleep.”

“But I need to splish, splash, and splosh,” said

Miss Rain. “I’m on a strict schedule.”

“Do it some other time. Tomorrow is a big day.”