The wind howled outside but Millie wasn't frightened. She had read plenty of stories with storms in before. No Millie wasn't scared. Bear was though. The rain lashed harder at the window. His cold black eyes stared beseechingly up at her. Ok maybe she was a little bit scared. Millie heaved up the heavy duvet so only her head was showing. Suddenly, without her permitting them, Millie's arms found their way to the patch of bed owned by Bear. they pulled him in and squeased him so tight his stuffing was in danger of spilling out. Just then, without warning, a loud groan and a creak came from outside. Millie rushed to the window. The old willow tree seemed to fall in slow motion. the petrified girl dived under the bed just in time as it came crashing down onto her house. A scream came from the next room, and everything was quiet.
Tentertively Millie opened her eyes. She looked towards her right, expecting to see light spilling from under the bed. But no, only rubble. Fear growing she looked all around. Just rubble! She was trapped under the bed!
A series of thuds like nuckles on wood, then a voice spoke. "Millie, Millie are you in there?" It was the voice of her father. "Yes, Dad I'm under the bed," Millie called. A noise like a door being forced open, lots of scrabbling then light. She scrambled towards it and stuck out her arm. She felt fingers curl around her hand then she was pulled into her fathers grasp. Over his shoulder she could see her mother. "I knew that old tree would fall down some day," she said, shaking her head.