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The blast was intense. Right at their doorstep. The house was burst open. Hundreds died on the spot. Few survivors ran in different directions and never again met their family members. No newspaper reported it as the anthill was bombed.
The Bats coughed from the trees but that went unheard. The mother pigeon saw that its new born hatch had a deformed leg, and was unable to stand. Little did it know that there was rampant Lead poisoning over the last few days. The bigger pigeon wasn't able to locate the grains to feed, in the market streets. Pieces of paper covered the place.
The dogs ganged up to discuss the mitigation plan. It was the 4th reported burn of the evening. They ran out of ideas. Hiding in gutters was the last resort.
The calf's moo could not be heard by mom cow. Calf's stomach had to wait longer for mother's milk. Milk man had extracted milk till the last drop from mom to meet the high demand.
On the ground, humans celebrated yet another Deepawali blasting crackers at will and eating sweets.