Dark, mysterious clouds rolled across the sky outside my classroom window.  Lightning flashed as my teacher placed a small box on her desk.  At that exact moment, she was called to the office.  All at once, the box started to shake.  Everyone in the class gasped.
     "What in the world?" Brooke quizzed as she stepped closer to examine the box.   The box popped up, and we heard a rustling noise.    My heart started to pound.     Inch by inch, the box slid closer to the edge of Mrs. Bell's desk.  "It's going to fall off!" Brooke announced.  I felt as if I was in a science fiction movie. PLOP!   The box hit the floor.
    In a flash, Nicholas reached over to pick up the box.  The lid was still closed.  The box jiggled and wiggled, so he handed it to me.  "I don't want it!" I screamed.  But it was too late!  The box was already in my hands.  Suddenly, I noticed a tiny opening in the side between my fingers.  A little pink nose poked through the hole.
    Without saying a word, I pulled back the top flap of the box and peered inside.  A cute, spotted guinea pig peeked back at me.  "It's only a guinea pig!" I informed the class.  As I picked it up and held it close to me, the guinea pig made a squeaky noise.  It cuddled in the crook of my arm.  The small animal was as content as a baby in a blanket.
    In a few minutes, Mrs. Bell walked back in the room.  "I see you found Dustin's new pet," she said replied.  Dustin walked beside her carrying a wire cage.  We placed the guinea pig in its new home over by the window.  The dark clouds had blown away, and the sun shined through.  We decided to call the new pet Lightning to remember that day the small box on the desk appeared in our class.