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It was a dark and stormy night. Periodic flashes of lightning illuminated an oak tree in the park. Rain beat down upon its leaves in a heavy rhythm. It cascaded down the trunk, and across the pane of glass that covered the window to Gadget's workshop, warping the light that emanated from within, the only light around to be seen outside of the lightning. The mouse, dressed in her familiar purple coveralls, was busy at work, oblivious to the storm outside, quickly scavenging parts from an old, human-sized, hand-held radio she had found earlier in the day.  It may have been partly for the additional challenge it provided, but she was listening t