The storm dog***

The storm raged around us. Me,my dog Lightning, my mum and dad all huddled together on the top floor as the wind howled and shook the house. Rain pelted against the windows. The storm coked up a knot he and a tornado appeared. “Quick to the basement,” yelled dad. The tornado ripped the house apart. The only thing left was the basement. I looked around. Where was storm? “He must of ran outside when we came down here,” said dad as in reading my thoughts.
“Oh no, poor dog.”

Three hours later we push our way outside. The town is a mess. Houses ripped apart, trees uprooted cars toppled, even the park was destroyed. Out from under the slide came a bark a very familiar bark. It was Lightning! “Lightning.” “Come here boy, we aren't going to hurt you.” But he didn't come. Eventually lightning came out. He had adsorbed the storm and it was swirling round in his fir. “I told you lightning was special,” said mum. “He's saved us all.”     Mum had tears in her eyes she was so happy.

After many trips to the vet, we figgered that there was nothing to do about Lightning's condition. All we know is that he is very special but could be dangerous so we put him down.

 We went back to the man that sold him to us and got four puppies. One was brown with black spots and straw kind of hair, She was called earth, one was white with grey spots and wavy fur, She was called waves, one was white with curly hair, She was called wind and the last dog was black and red with slick straight hair he was called flame. The man said don't ever them go in their element like storm. So for Flame don't let him near an open fire, for Wind didn't take her in the air. For Waves don't let her in the water and for Earth don't let him dig holes.