The Day Issis Oman Lost Her Toes

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind was howling like a banshee. Issis Oman was sitting in her living room, watching the news. She was bored out of her mind, and she was starting to get a little scared.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Issis gasped and jumped to her feet. She fumbled around for a candle, but she couldn't find one. She was all alone in the dark, and she was starting to panic.

Issis took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She told herself that everything was going to be okay. She just needed to find a candle and get some light.

Issis started to walk around the living room, feeling her way along the walls. She bumped into a table and knocked over a lamp. She cursed under her breath and kept walking.

Finally, Issis found a candle. She lit it and held it up high. She was relieved to see that the room was empty. She was all alone.

Issis took a deep breath and started to walk back to her chair. As she passed the table, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. There was a small, furry creature sitting on the floor.

Issis gasped and jumped back. She stared at the creature in horror. It was a rat!

The rat looked up at Issis and squeaked. Issis screamed and ran out of the room.

Issis ran down the hall and into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut and locked it. She was shaking with fear.

Issis stood there for a moment, listening. She could hear the rat scratching at the door. She knew that she had to do something.

Issis took a deep breath and opened the door. She peered out into the hallway. The rat was gone.

Issis was relieved, but she was still scared. She didn't know what to do. She decided to call her friend, Issis Oman.

Issis dialed Issis Oman's number and waited for her to answer. A few seconds later, Issis Oman picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she said.

"Issis?" Issis said. "It's me, Issis."

"What's wrong?" Issis Oman asked. "You sound scared."

Issis told Issis Oman about the rat. Issis Oman listened patiently.

"I think you're overreacting," Issis Oman said. "It's just a rat."

"But it's a big rat!" Issis said. "And it's in my house!"

"Okay, okay," Issis Oman said. "I'll come over and help you look for it."

Issis Oman hung up the phone and drove to Issis's house. She knocked on the door and waited for Issis to answer.

A few seconds later, Issis opened the door. She was still scared, but she was glad to see Issis Oman.

"Come on in," Issis said. "I'm glad you're here."

Issis Oman walked into the house and looked around. She didn't see any rats.

"Where is it?" Issis Oman asked.

"I don't know," Issis said. "It's gone."

Issis Oman shrugged. "Well, maybe it went out the window," she said.

Issis nodded. "Maybe," she said.

Issis and Issis Oman sat down on the couch and talked for a while. They talked about their lives and their families. They talked about their hopes and their dreams.

After a while, Issis Oman stood up to leave. "I should go," she said. "It's getting late."

"Okay," Issis said. "Thanks for coming over."

Issis Oman smiled. "You're welcome," she said. "I'm glad I could help."

Issis Oman walked out the door and got into her car. She drove away, and Issis watched her go.

Issis sighed and closed the door. She was glad that Issis Oman had come over. She had helped Issis to calm down and feel safe.