The child slept on, oblivious to the evil that now stood before him. Slowly the man peeled back the covers, exposing the slight rise and fall of the baby's chest. For a brief second, he thought of snatching the child. The cries that would rise from the hut would be music to his ears. Just as quickly he dismissed the idea. After all, what would he do with him once he took him? No, hw would stick to his original plan.
Gingerly he reached into the crib, his hand locking on the skin underneath the child's arm, and squeezed. Faster than he could retract his hand, the baby's eyes captured him in a confused gaze, and his shrieking cries assaulted his ears. Quickly the stranger slipped out the door to carry out the rest of his plan.