Mommy told me never to go in the

basement, but I wanted to see what

was making that noise. It kind of

sounded like a puppy, and I wanted

to see the puppy, so I opened the

basement door and tiptoed down a

bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then

Mommy yanked me out of the

basement and yelled at me.

Mommy had never yelled at me

before, and it made me sad and I

cried. Then Mommy told me never

to go into the basement again, and

she gave me a cookie. That made

me feel better, so I didn’t ask her

why the boy in the basement was

making noises like a puppy, or why

he had no hands or feet.