Fortunately, it was just a tremor, and then there was no more movement.
President Xiong pushed his reading glasses up on the bridge of his nose, still looking uncertain and alarmed.
"Huh, that earthquake was strange; it shook once and then didn't follow up with a second shake."
A little boy lifted his face and said earnestly, "Grandpa, I don't think that was an earthquake. It seemed like... like a big guy fell from the sky and smashed onto the ground."
President Xiong gently patted the boy's head, "Not bad, kiddo, you have quite the imagination. I think you could write a novel about a giant monster or a fairy falling from the sky."
"What does he do next? Does he help everyone solve their problems, or does he go into people's houses to steal food and gets caught? Use your imagination, and if you write it well, I'll personally cook you some beef noodles!"
