And there were crickets and birds and frogs making noise, and as we sat there, over the mountains coming in from the north were these Steven Spielbergian clouds rolling toward us, and as the clouds got about halfway over the valley, so help me God, every single animal in that place stopped making noise at the same time.
Se sentien grills i ocells i granotes i, mentre seiem allà, de darrere de les muntanyes apareixien uns núvols Spielbergians que s'acostaven pel nord. I quan els núvols eren quasi a sobre de la vall, Déu ens guardi, tots i cadascun dels animals es van quedar en silenci a la vegada.