Excuse me. Who approved the sky to start yelling? I was in the middle of something important — writing, thinking, being elegant — and suddenly BOOM. How completely rude! The windows are trembling, the air smells weird, and my tail has puffed up to a size I did not authorize. If the thunder could kindly stop interrupting my creative process, that would be appreciated. Until then, I will be behind the books, working remotely.
