The storm, as quickly as it came, is just as quickly gone. The clapping echoes a few more times in the distance, but then fades away completely.
Tessa and the other sounds spill out onto the street and gaze in awe at the devastation. Tree branches scattered everywhere, roof tiles, overturned garbage cans. Stuffie points to the ground.
"You see, Tessa, it wouldn't have been good if those roof tiles had fallen on our heads."
Tessa doesn't say anything, but she silently agrees with Stuffie. It wouldn't have been good at all. In fact, it would have been terrible.