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Although he had never seen a tornado, Firth had gotten ahold of a book written by humans and read it carefully. It was hard to understand, what were basements? He ignored that and walked away from the tree he was studying by, walking into camp. "I found a book on tornadoes," he declared, laying the book in front of him. "If there is any tornado, seek the nearest shelter. Tornadoes are apparently big wind-whirls in the sky, and they're dangerous." The one-colored cat quoted the first sentence, then retold some knowledge. "If you happen to be out in the open, find a low place like a ditch. And if you're outside, find stuff like blankets and other bedding to wrap yourself in." A page of the book was opened, a picture of a tornado printed on the front. "This what a tornado looks like, if you see one," Firth said, voice raised a notch. He guessed tornadoes were not common, but, safety first.
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