The Loss of Timmy
One day in the little town of Leadbottom a family of three became devastated. On June 12, 1986 this family lost their young five year old son to a kidnapper with the worst intentions. It happened exactly ten years ago from today while Mr. and Mrs. Scissors were eating there dinner. They always let little Timmy play outside if he finished his dinner early and one day he played for way to long. His mother had set a rule that when the light outside started to dim down to a dark blue color Timmy would have to come in right away, but for some odd reason he didn't on that sorrowful day. His mother, worried, ran outside to see what was going on. When she came out to see no small child playing in his sand box with an old stamp and small Big Mistake eraser, pounding sand into deformed shapes and creating castles tall with small red flags sticking out of the sides with lemon flavored tootsie rolls surrounding it, she broke out in a panic, screaming for her husband to call 911 as soon as possible (ASAP). They reported all that they knew which was extremely brief with no evidence whatsoever to back their theory up. They asked friends around the neighborhood to form search groups because they thought he might have wondered off helplessly into the nearby woodland area. They never even gave it a bit of thought that he might have been kidnapped, which was exactly what happened. All night long the neighborhood, accompanied by Mr. Scissors, searched for little Timmy while Mrs. Scissors sat on her living room couch waiting for a knock on the door so she could fling it wide open to greet her son to a warm cup of hot chocolate with the little marshmallows, though it all seemed impossible at this point. She sat for hours waiting for him while admiring the little magnetized collage on the refrigerator showing a picture of a flute and sombrero glued down to an orange piece of paper, symbolizing a book Timmy and his mother had read two years ago, shedding tear after tear and seeing bad images in her mind and then there was a knock at the door. She ran to it as fast as she could and flung it open only to see Mr. Scissors standing tall with a frown on his face. He explained to her that they found nothing and they thought he might have been kidnapped. Mr. Scissors was right of course, while the two adults were eating there dinner Timmy had been talking to a man that he had never seen before. At first Timmy didn't talk to the man but suddenly the man said the perfect word. He said "candy", the word that caught Timmy's attention and led him to go to the evil man's house to be tortured. Thinking this, Mrs. Scissors and her husband drove down to the town's little police station and asked the officers if they could search for their little boy. At first they wouldn't but then the captain changed their minds. The men looked for several years but gave up after time. All they ever found was a camera which had to do with some other crime investigation, but never found the family's little boy. Timmy's body was later found sixteen years later in the backyard of the mayor's residence. Sadly the mayor was blamed and sentenced to one hundred fifty years of prison and later in his days was on death row for his crime, though they still don't know if it was really his fault. All they knew was Timmy was gone forever.
The Moral of this Story was:
Never Talk to Strangers