“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.”
