Should I stay?
I hope he's not a spy!
I want my Mama.
Is he going to kill me?
Is he a friend?
As I walk closer, I grew more excited, more anxious, more scared. But something about him makes me feel safe. I don't know what though. All the other's all give me stomach aches. He's so fat, so clean, so lively.
Maybe I should just walk away. Or maybe I should stay and face him. Whatever I choose, 'm still heading towards him, my feet...they're dragging me. I think he sees me too. Maybe I'll sit. Yeah, maybe I will.
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