". . . an eighth victim has been found, mutilated beyond recognition. Her arm and part of her legs were reported missing with teeth marks on her abdomen. The Cannibal has taken another li--" Donny's father frowned and turned off the radio. 7 year-old Donny looked up from his toys.
"Da-aa-ady, what is a cannibal?" Donny asked with curiosity. He was very bright and clever for and average 7 year old and knew a lot of big words. The word 'cannibal' intrigued him.
"It's a person who devours human flesh, son," his father replied, turning another page of his newspaper.
"Why does he eat people?"
"Maybe he thinks human meat tastes yummy."
"Does it, daddy?"
His father sighed, annoyed. "I don't know. Now, go to bed. It's past your bedtime."
Little Donny pouted and picked up his teddy bear. He really did not want to sleep now, and he spent a good 15 minutes tossing and turning around before his brain started to think up a prank to play on his father.
He yelled, "DADDY! THE CANNIBAL IS IN MY ROOM!!" Then, he let out a loud scream and fell backwards giggling.
His father ran up the stairs with a shotgun and into Donny's room. "Where?!" he yelled.
He saw that Donny was laughing. "Not funny, Donny." his father grumbled. "Go to sleep."
His father closed the door and went away.
Donny tried to sleep, but still couldn't. He decided to play again. "DADDY!! THE CANNIBAL!!! HELP!!!" And threw his storybook on the wall to make a loud noise.
His father ran up again with his gun and flung open the door.
Then, he saw that Donny was giggling uncontrollably again. "Donny! It's not funny! The cannibal is a really serious matter okay?! Don't you remember the story of the boy who cried wolf?"
"Yes, daddy," Donny replied meekly and snuggled into his pillows. "Sorry, daddy."
His father angrily closed his door and stomped downstairs. Donny eventually drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, Donny awoke the the sound of something being dragged outside his room. Being a typical 7 year old, he immediately started screaming, "DADDY!! THE CANNIBAL!!"
This time, his father ran in with an axe. He stared at Donny and licked his lips. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"Daddy?" Donny asked his father weakly and recoiled from his father's hungry gaze.
"Yes, Donny. The cannibal," his father raised the axe and bared his teeth.
Little Donny's screams were cut short when swung the axe and chopped off his head.
"Da-aa-ady, what is a cannibal?" Donny asked with curiosity. He was very bright and clever for and average 7 year old and knew a lot of big words. The word 'cannibal' intrigued him.
"It's a person who devours human flesh, son," his father replied, turning another page of his newspaper.
"Why does he eat people?"
"Maybe he thinks human meat tastes yummy."
"Does it, daddy?"
His father sighed, annoyed. "I don't know. Now, go to bed. It's past your bedtime."
Little Donny pouted and picked up his teddy bear. He really did not want to sleep now, and he spent a good 15 minutes tossing and turning around before his brain started to think up a prank to play on his father.
He yelled, "DADDY! THE CANNIBAL IS IN MY ROOM!!" Then, he let out a loud scream and fell backwards giggling.
His father ran up the stairs with a shotgun and into Donny's room. "Where?!" he yelled.
He saw that Donny was laughing. "Not funny, Donny." his father grumbled. "Go to sleep."
His father closed the door and went away.
Donny tried to sleep, but still couldn't. He decided to play again. "DADDY!! THE CANNIBAL!!! HELP!!!" And threw his storybook on the wall to make a loud noise.
His father ran up again with his gun and flung open the door.
Then, he saw that Donny was giggling uncontrollably again. "Donny! It's not funny! The cannibal is a really serious matter okay?! Don't you remember the story of the boy who cried wolf?"
"Yes, daddy," Donny replied meekly and snuggled into his pillows. "Sorry, daddy."
His father angrily closed his door and stomped downstairs. Donny eventually drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, Donny awoke the the sound of something being dragged outside his room. Being a typical 7 year old, he immediately started screaming, "DADDY!! THE CANNIBAL!!"
This time, his father ran in with an axe. He stared at Donny and licked his lips. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"Daddy?" Donny asked his father weakly and recoiled from his father's hungry gaze.
"Yes, Donny. The cannibal," his father raised the axe and bared his teeth.
Little Donny's screams were cut short when swung the axe and chopped off his head.
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