Baby Jon
Mom: Baby Jon has fallen down the stairs. She’s unconscious.
Dad : Don’t panic. Let me look at her.
Baby Boy: She stole my pineapple and I chased her.
Mom: Be quiet baby Boy. Go to your room and don’t come out.
Dad: She hit her head. She’s not breathing.
Mom: Oh God what can we do. We are all going to jail.
Dad: Relax. Don’t get hysterical.
Mom: Too lat. I’m not going to jail. Now do something. And do
something quick.
Dad: We need to calm down. I think I have an idea.
Mom: What what.. tell me I’m goin’ out of my mind here.
Dad: I’ve got it. We make it look like she’s been kidnapped.
That way we can hide the body and no-one will ever be blamed.
Mom: That’s good now what do you want me to do?
Dad: Write a ransom note and leave it at the top of the stairs.
I put tape on her mouth in case she wakes up and
hide her in the basement.
Later
Mom: Here’s the ransom note: “Listen Carefully...”
Dad: Okay I get it that’s good. Now call 911 and tell them she’s missing.
Mom on the Phone: We have a kidnapping here. Hurry please.
There’s a note left and our daughter’s gone.
She’s six years old ..she’s blonde...
I don’t know there is a ransom note here.
I’m the Mother Oh my God please
We just got up and she’ not there.
Dad: Okay that’s good I’ll call my lawyer and we say nothing to the cops.
We need to protect Baby Boy from all this. He’s too shy for all this.
Copyright © Lachlen Smith | Year Posted 2019
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