Surprise, Surprise
I like surprises, like when Daddy said that we were going to the park for a surprise picnic. Sammy met a doggy and he liked it even though it stole one of our ham sandwiches.
I didn't like this surprise. I was asleep and I heard a noise and Daddy told me to run and I was scared.
Lots of grown-ups are running around and there's a big fire truck and I want to go and look at it. But I can't because we're sitting on the car's hood and Daddy's got his arm around me and I can't move. Daddy's holding Sammy too.
I look at Daddy and he's looking straight ahead at something but when I go to look there's nothing there. And so I just watch the firemen squirt our house with giant hoses and I'm wondering why Daddy's not mad like that time I played with the hose in the garden and made a mess.
Everybody—even little Sammy—is being so quiet it makes me not want to ask, but I have to ask because I don't know and Mommy says if you don't know you are always supposed to ask a grown-up.
"Where's Mommy?"
THE END