The Man With No Mug (3)

(Continued from Part II)

The mug on the windowsill just sat there. No will to move. Not even a direction to move to. It just stayed there. Very still.

Mr. Mug-less was petrified. What do I do with something that doesn't even move? That doesn't communicate? He started to hyperventilate. I think I made a mistake, Mr. Mug-less told himself. Mr. Mug-less stood up and started to inch away from the demon mug. Then suddenly out of the blue, the mug shook. And it started to shake even more violently.

Oh goodness, what is going on? All of a sudden it hit Mr. Mug-less, he himself was shaking too. He felt his knees buckle and he quickly dove under the table. Forgetting about the mug, he held the table but everything started to shake even more. The chandelier crashed onto the floor. Mr. Mug-less' milk and cereal spilled. Cabinet doors started to open and close wildly, sending everything onto the marble floor.

Suddenly it stopped...as sudden as how it started. Everything was eerily quiet. The tune that was playing on the radio was no longer there. It was all static noise.

Mr. Mug-less peered out the window. His hometown was hit by an earthquake. Never in his life had he thought that he would experience an earthquake. Soon Mr. Mug-less realized that he should have believed his intelligent friend about the mind-boggling things that global warming could cause. Global warming causing earthquakes? It sounded ridiculous, but it's true. Global warming made everyone vote for Obama. And global warming made Que Haidar propose to Linda too.

But wait, where IS the mug? There it was, shattered and broken to a million pieces.