Just as Ann had predicted, the storm itself wasn't too bad, but it rained hard late into the night. Theora didn't like the rain, as it kept her inside. She spent the evening on the carpet of their living room, by the fire with her bird while her parents read after dinner. Then, when she got bored, she bid them both good night and went upstairs, taking the bird with her to her bedroom. But instead of getting into bed, she put the bird's box on her desk. Theo then took her little lamp, some paper, her pencils, and began drawing her bird. By some miracle, this bird was still alive, so she was starting to think ahead. She tried to measure its wings, both the broken and the fine one, wondering if she really couldn't fix it. She got absorbed in sketching it under various angles, her head already
