The plunk from a single acorn hitting the roof was enough to stop Edgar from crossing the rest of the way through the living room last night on his way back from the bathroom. You see, Edgar has a very active imagination and even the sight of the shadows that were being cast from the streetlight through the front windows were enough to have Edgar on high alert. He felt very vulnerable and extremely scared as he stood there trying to figure out what had caused that noise.
It was simply the acorn’s time to fall. The Oak tree had been there long before Edgar’s house was ever built. Had it been during the day, the plunk would have gone unnoticed. There are so many other daytime noises that a single plunk would never have been heard, and of course none of the shadows would be around. I understand they are very nocturnal.
Edgar contemplated making his way to the nearest
light switch, but he’d have to move quickly, before any of the shadows caught
on to his plan. But what about that
sound? Was it behind him or just ahead
of him, he didn’t know. What if,
whatever it was happened to be between him and the light switch, then what?
I feel I should interrupt here and apologize for the narrator's
comment about shadows being nocturnal. No one said he could
just break in like that with his comments. It is very unprofessional
and he will be reported to the narrator's union. Not only is it
disruptive but it breaks the tension of the story. We're all on the
edge of our seats, wondering what's going to happen next, and then
something like this stops the action. There's no excuse. I'm
sorry, but there just isn't. In fact, I'm too upset to continue on
with any of this. You'll have to excuse me. I shouldn't let things
get to me like this. Just go on to something else for now. I'll
be back later.
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