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"Come on, Sarah, we'd better go down to the basement!" The community sirens were wailing, which meant that the sudden thunderstorm might be a tornado. At their sound everyone was supposed to go down to the southwestern corner of the basement. Sarah had never heard the sirens before. They made the storm seem even more scary. She was glad Karen was there to stay with her while her parents were away for the evening.
"I'd better take Henry with us!" Sarah went back to get her little white dog. "Come on, Henry," she called. But Henry didn't follow them. The garage door was open, and Henry must have run out the door and down the driveway. "How will we ever find him?" cried Sarah as she stared out into the black, raging storm.
He'd never gone out at night before, and the storm made it even worse. How would he ever find his way back? And he didn't have his collar on, which told his address in case someone found him.
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