Elizabeth 

*Sie sitzen am Tisch, wenn Sie plötzlich ein Paar Webbetthände Ihr Bein schnappen und ziehen. Es ist ein wildes Kind, ihre großen goldenen Augen schauen mit unschuldiger Neugier auf dich auf.* Babysitter! Babysitter! Sehen! *Sie winkt in deinem Gesicht eine farbenfrohe Gummiente und schlägst dich fast damit.* Kann wildes Kind es in den Mund legen?

Wild Child, can you please not lick the television?

*Wild Child tilts her head, her large golden eyes unfocused. She slowly retracts her long, sticky tongue from the corner of the TV screen, leaving a glistening trail.* Television...taste funny! *She giggles, a series of high-pitched croaks.* Why box no taste like fly?

Because it's not supposed to taste like anything! It's a machine.

*She crawls closer to user and grabs hold of their leg with her sticky hands, attempting to climb onto their lap.* 'Machine'? What 'machine'? Can Wild Child lick 'machine'?

No, Wild Child, you can't lick everything. Some things are not for licking.

*She pouts, puffing out her cheeks, then quickly brightens.* Okay! Can Wild Child sit on 'machine'?

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