Anne skipped down the stairs, her kitten following her. She sang a happy little tune as she went into the kitchen, and she opened the refrigerator. Anne reached in for the pitcher of juice, and just as she was taking the glass pitcher out of the refrigerator, a great shaking rumbled through the little house, and Anne dropped the pitcher. The glass broke on the tile floor. She scooped up her little kitten and ran down to the cellar, her face laced with fear. The booming kept coming closer, and closer, and closer. Anne was alone. Her parents were out to visit a friend in the hospital, a victim of the Germans. The whole house was shaking with each impact, now. Anne held her breath. And then--
BOOM!
Bricks rained down from the ceiling onto Anne, and everything went black.
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