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A week had passed since Labour Day and Madie had spent a quiet Saturday catching up on household chores. Cody was called out with Wenner to rescue a white-tailed deer with a broken leg found by hikers. She was on her own this Saturday evening and decided to curl up in bed with a good book and a bowl of popcorn. Much-needed rain pelted the roof; it had been a long, hot month with no storms.
A few hours later, she’d fallen asleep, sitting up with her book across her lap. Oblivious that the storm had morphed into a windy, torrential rainstorm, it was understandable that when the first thunderclaps hit like sonic wave shocks, followed by lightning bolts, Madie suddenly jerked awake, bolted out of bed and in a panic shouted, “Holy s**t!”
She ran to the window and peered out into the night
