This picture has nothing to do with it, but I wanted to put this up there, and now, here's a story written by the little one.
The cat and the forest.
There once was a cat, and one day his owners abandoned him from the city in which they lived. The closest place to the city was a forest. The forest was called Vermont of the Dead. The cat had no choice so she made her journey. Just at the opening at the front of the forest she spotted something. Something wet, something slimy, something smelly was approaching out of the darkness. The cat made a run. The thing made a piercing scream and ran after the cat. Finally she found a safe place to hide. The creature was gone, but in the darkness was... a mother cat. She saw the kitten and ran to her, and they lived happily ever after. The end.
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You might want to consider not reading Lovecraft to the little one for a bed time story anymore.
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