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What Lay Hidden
I lost my ball. Well, I didn’t lose it; I know exactly where it is. It’s over there at the far end of the garden, the end Daddy doesn’t mow. He says Doctor Beasley prefers us not to go near his railing, says things are there that would scare the hoobles out of us kids. Well, no-one is around and I want my ball so I run to just where the weeds get really tall then I creep, watching all around. I can reach it but before I do, it’s popped by something from my nightmares and taken for good.