This is for a comic strip, so don't mind if it's messy. Can you please make my wording sound more advanced? Will give brainliest. Coming Mr. Squrials way is something unbelievable. It haunts him to this day.
It was an Occluded front!
It was the middle of fall when Mr. Squral was gathering food for the winter.
But suddenly, the air became cold, and clouds started to form. "It sure is getting chilly out here. Oh nuts, a rainstorm's here."
"But wait, I can't leave my food out here. They'll get soaked."
While Mr. Squral was debating whether or not to leave his food, it started to rain heavily. "Oh, what to do, what to do."
Five minutes later, the squirrel made the decision to run into shelter.
After three days of non-stop rain, the rain came to a halt. And the squirrel wanted to take a look at his food.
And when he came across them, they were sunken into the mud. And Mr. Squral wasn't having it.
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