The basement- By Rikswana XI B
Mommy told me never to go to the basement, but curiosity almost got me killed. I wanted to know what was making that noise. Always at night I hear sounds as if a puppy was crying in the basement.
So one day, when mommy was in the garden, I tip toed to the basement door and opened it. I didn’t see any puppy. The next thing I know, mommy had pulled me out and was yelling at me at the top of her lungs. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. She calmed down and told me never to go there again. When I nodded my chubby little head, she gave me my favorite ice-cream.
So I didn’t ask her why there was little boy in the basement crying like a puppy or why he didn’t have any legs or hands.
-Rikswana-
XI-B
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