It was an ordinary day at the Lighting Team base. It was about noon, and Jack decided to
cook… hot pockets. He removed the plastic wrap and carefully stuck it in the microwave. He set
the power to 10 and the timer to 2 min. He presses the start button and…
Meanwhile on a power line near by, a hungry squirrel was foraging for food. It looked
around, nothing. But then it hit him, literally. An acorn fell from the tree above, landing on
the squirrel's head and then onto the power line, miraculously balancing perfectly. The squirrel
was about ready to take a bite when the acorn tumbled off and…
Zzzp! A shock followed by a loud squeal echoed throughout the area, and with a flash the
power was out. Jack stared in horror at the microwave. With the power out, his hot pocket would
never be cooked and he would never be fed. The room circled around him. If he didn't get
something to eat soon he would starve! He opened all the cupboards.
Nothing…nothing…ooo! A can of tuna! Wait, 1941? Jack's face turned bright green. He
needed food…fast. He fell to his knees.
"I…NEED…FOOD!!!!" Jack cried.
"If you want food so much, why don't you eat this?" Chris threw the poor, deceased
squirrel at Jack's feet.
"It'll be good for you."
"That's fine, ladies. I'm….gonna go find a microwave."
"Suit yourself." Chris said.
As Jack walked out the door he heard Kelly's voice saying, "Hey! I wonder what would happen if
we poked it?" Jack increased his pace.
cook… hot pockets. He removed the plastic wrap and carefully stuck it in the microwave. He set
the power to 10 and the timer to 2 min. He presses the start button and…
Meanwhile on a power line near by, a hungry squirrel was foraging for food. It looked
around, nothing. But then it hit him, literally. An acorn fell from the tree above, landing on
the squirrel's head and then onto the power line, miraculously balancing perfectly. The squirrel
was about ready to take a bite when the acorn tumbled off and…
Zzzp! A shock followed by a loud squeal echoed throughout the area, and with a flash the
power was out. Jack stared in horror at the microwave. With the power out, his hot pocket would
never be cooked and he would never be fed. The room circled around him. If he didn't get
something to eat soon he would starve! He opened all the cupboards.
Nothing…nothing…ooo! A can of tuna! Wait, 1941? Jack's face turned bright green. He
needed food…fast. He fell to his knees.
"I…NEED…FOOD!!!!" Jack cried.
"If you want food so much, why don't you eat this?" Chris threw the poor, deceased
squirrel at Jack's feet.
"It'll be good for you."
"That's fine, ladies. I'm….gonna go find a microwave."
"Suit yourself." Chris said.
As Jack walked out the door he heard Kelly's voice saying, "Hey! I wonder what would happen if
we poked it?" Jack increased his pace.
