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Meerkat seemed to take Weejay's joshing in good stride. The girl grinned as the whelp swatted at a paw, keeping her digits just within reach so Meerkat would not be discouraged. A crack and a flash of white had Weejay's eyes trawling skyward, where a vein of impossibly blueish-white lightning snaked across the endlessly dark sky.

"Whoa," Weejay gasped, wondering if it was still safe to be out here. She figured Towhee might come and chase them somewhere safe, but realized belatedly Towhee might not have heard the ominous noise after all. She motioned briefly to get Towhee's attention, followed by mouthing the single word "thunder" -- although surely, Towhee had seen the flash of light that had accompanied the terrific cracking noise. "Looks cool." Weejay mumbled to Meerkat, searching the sky for any sign of an encore.