i used to enjoy people pass by my window, that was before i moved from the fourth floor.
Mummy told me-
Mummy told me never to open the basment door, but i wanted to see what was making that noise down there. It kind of sounded like a puppy and i alwayes wanted a puppy, so i opend the basement door and just tip toed down a bit. I just wanted a peek at the puppy, thats all. I diddnt see a puppy. Then mommy came and yanked me back up stairs and yelled at me to never go down there again. Never Never Never. mommy had never yeled at me before so i was scared and i cried and she said, ” honey, im sorry” and gave me a cookie; it was chocolate chip which is my favourite and i felt better so i diddnt ask her why the boy in the basment was making that sad puppy noise, or why he had no hands or feet.