Barney trudged through the storm. The wind danced ominously, lightning made angry patterns and rain fell lie a tap pouring. Clenching his paws together, Barney shivered. The sun descended as if it was a snail sliding down a tree branch.Something scratched the lamppost splitting the night in half with its sound. Tripping over a rock, he picked up the pace. Somebody or something was with him. He wasn’t alone anymore….