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Towhee, don't you mean a scround of puke?

Weejay's skin was prickling as the scent of ozone permeated the area. She had always liked storms -- there was something terrifically beautiful about storms, but there was also something terrible about them too.

Relieved Towhee wished to take cover, Weejay nodded wordlessly despite Meerkat's enthusiasm. A shade of her father came out when she replied "Cool, but dangerous. Let's go!" She bolted after Towhee with a giggle, nowhere near as fast, but just as excited.