Oct. 6

(from Staru's narrative)

I told Jane. "Jane, I'm looking for a bolt of lightning that belongs to me."

Jane looked very bewildered. "A bolt of lightning? You own a bolt of lightning?"

"Yes," I said. "Don't you?"

"No, but I'll help you look for it."

I jumped up. "You will?" asked I. "Right now?"

"Of course not!" laughed Jane. "We must wait until the next thunderstorm."

"Why?" In Planet, when I called, bolt and R's would come, whether it was raining or not.

"Because lightning only comes when it rains hard," said Jane. She stared at me. "Didn't you know that?"

"I guess not."

By sheer luck, a storm came only a mere week later. Jane and I rushed outside.

Jane and I watched. 5 thunder- and lightnings came, but at each one I shook my head.

On the sixth one, my wish was miraculously granted. A bolt of lightning flashed across the dark sky -- I knew it at once to be mine!

"My lightning!" I cried. I rushed towards where it had disappeared.

"Staru, come back!" cried Jane.

Tears streaming down my cheeks, I called,

"Come down, sweet bolt of lightning,
coming forth to carry me home--"

"Staru, come back!" shrieked Jane.

"Take me home--"

My lightning came down and struck the ground behind me, illuminating me. Then we were gone.

(Me again.)

Isn't that quite a story?