Every night, I hear many tireless noises coming from the basement of our house. I had always been curious to know what it was, but mommy never let me get close. They seemed to be the shrieks of a small puppy, a peculiar sound. Every time I passed by the door that goes to the basement, I heard those moans, and I just wanted to find out if that dog needed help.

I always wanted to have a pet. Could it be that mommy finally bought me what I most wanted? Is that why she never lets me go near the basement? Will she keep my puppy until she finally wants to give it to me? I could not wait, I really wanted to play with him, since I have not had many friends. A pet would be great to keep me company.

One day, I waited for my mother to fall asleep, and I slipped out of my room to the floor below. I tried to go downstairs carefully so as not to make any noise and not wake my mom, and I succeeded in that I went to the other side of the kitchen, to the door that led to the far side of my house, and I decided to open the door. It was very dark, I could not see much, but I could hear those screams, they came a few meters ahead! so I tiptoed down the noisy and screeching steps, and I could make out something.

At that moment, the basement door flew open, giving me a big scare. It was my mom, and she took my arm, pulling me out and shouting at me, she looked very upset. Mum had never shouted at me, she took me out of the place and I started crying, I cried a lot. After a while, Mom gave me a delicious ice cream, and that made me stop crying, it's the best ice cream I've eaten in years! I said ''thank you mom'' and I went to my room. I did not bother to question her, or ask her why that child in the basement had neither hands nor feet.

This has been my story for today. I hope you have been intrigued and entertained by reading it. Greetings to all my fellows, @mosqueteros, thanks for the support, and greetings to those people who read my stories. Thanks for the support you give me. See you in the next post :)