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   The hallway was silent except for the far off drone of a lawnmower which summoned to the mind of Miranda Penniwinkle the picture of a gigantic bumble bee, lazily buzzing searching for a giant flower, it’s huge girth casting a giant shadow upon the earth and the draft from it’s massive wings creating whirlwinds uprooting trees, lifting cars and lawn furniture in it’s quake, an ominous and dark mass of stuff trailing behind the behemoth. Miranda could feel the swoosh and draft as the drone filled her ears and became so loud she could not think. The hairs were rising on back of her neck and real terror gripped her gut when she looked up to see Mr. Tandy standing over her, his pale, thin frame casting a narrow shadow across her face. He was unusually cross and yelling, “ Ms Penniwinkle! WAKE UP!” Miranda jumped out of the seat and nearly stood at attention.