Chapter 7

Chapter 7 A crew of chipmunks was now digging in the corner by the vegetable garden. They had hung their own sign too: RESTRICTED AREA—CHIPMUNKS ONLY. SHOOSH! FOOSH! PLIP! "What do you guys think you're doing?" Sugar demanded. "Digging a shelter. Chipmunks only," replied the chipmunk in charge. "Why?" asked Dirt. "What are you afraid of?" "We don't know. But you're digging, and the squirrels are digging, so clearly there's something to be afraid of, so we are digging our own, just in case."

"Just in case... what?" asked Dirt. "Just in case the thing that we don't know about happens," said the chipmunk, suddenly trembling. A low grumble began to fill the air around them. "And I think it's happening right now!!" "What is that sound?" asked Sugar. "Are you flatulating?!!" "That's not a word, Sug—" said Dirt. The low grumble grew to a deafening ROOOOAAAARRRRRR!! The chipmunks tried to jump into their shelter, but the wind blew the pile of dirt right back into the hole, filling it up. "FOLLOW ME!!!" yelled Sugar, heading for the emergency tunnel inside the chickens' shelter. Dirt and the chipmunks fell in line behind Sugar while large white balls of hail began to pelt them.

"IT'S A TORNADO!!" shrieked the squirrels. They jumped into their shelter, but it wasn't deep enough to protect them. They tried scurrying up the tree for safety, until the branches bent in the wind but dropping the squirrels back to the ground. "Now it's a hurricane!" yelled Poppy and Sweetie as buckets and Frisbees and lawn chairs spun past them. "GET DOWN! GET DOWN!" shouted Sugar. The chipmunks and the squirrels and the chickens got as low as they could, flattening themselves.

"THIS WAY!" A furry face was sticking out of the entrance to Sugar's emergency tunnel. The frightened animals dove in and traveled through the now-widened tunnel, just as something dark came hurtling toward the door, completely blocking out the sun.

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