Terrifying a Nine Year Old For Fun
Don’t look in the mirror I cautioned myself
As if a basilisk was going to paralyze me at any second
I have read of them, and they eat mammals.
I wondered if this one would have to cut me up first
I am pretty big to gulp in a few bites.
Or will his teeth chop me up in a satisfactorily way?
Give me that mandrake root, I told my nine year old cousin. Just in case.
He was terrified. He had just finished reading two Harry Potters.
I loved it that I could use his fear to keep him silent and compliant.
I am evil that way.
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