It was a dark and stormy night
Late last night, after the football game, my father went to his office. He sat at his computer, near the glass doors that open onto our patio, and did a few last things on the internet. Outside, it started to rain.
And the noises began.
First a low sort of animal growling. Then human voices. A pause. The growl again, and more speech. It was enough to make anyone edgy, and my father is paranoid by default. He started hunting around for the source of the sound.
He got his coat and went outside. The noises continued, loud in the darkness, but thanks to the rain the words were indistinguishable. The source was definitely the patio, yet there seemed to be no one there. Finally, his steps led him to the corner where the strange growls and two different masculine voices seemed to be issuing from.
There he saw my nephew's Cars Movie Speedway, left forgotten near the back door. Particularly vehement rain drops were depressing the lever which drops two toy cars onto the twin spiral racetracks at the same moment, and cuing the accompanying sound effects.
*ROAR OF THE CROWD*
"Speed. I am speed."
*ROAR OF THE CROWD*
"Yer oooone gutsy racer!"
And then, bravely, with no fear for his own safety, my father collared the disruptive toy and brought it in from the rain.
And the noises began.
First a low sort of animal growling. Then human voices. A pause. The growl again, and more speech. It was enough to make anyone edgy, and my father is paranoid by default. He started hunting around for the source of the sound.
He got his coat and went outside. The noises continued, loud in the darkness, but thanks to the rain the words were indistinguishable. The source was definitely the patio, yet there seemed to be no one there. Finally, his steps led him to the corner where the strange growls and two different masculine voices seemed to be issuing from.
There he saw my nephew's Cars Movie Speedway, left forgotten near the back door. Particularly vehement rain drops were depressing the lever which drops two toy cars onto the twin spiral racetracks at the same moment, and cuing the accompanying sound effects.
*ROAR OF THE CROWD*
"Speed. I am speed."
*ROAR OF THE CROWD*
"Yer oooone gutsy racer!"
And then, bravely, with no fear for his own safety, my father collared the disruptive toy and brought it in from the rain.