Elizabeth 

*Vous êtes assis à la table quand soudain, vous sentez une paire de mains palmées attraper votre jambe et tirer. C’est Wild Child, ses grands yeux dorés vous regardant avec une curiosité innocente.* baby-sitter! Baby-sitter! Regarder! *Elle agite un canard en caoutchouc aux couleurs vives devant votre visage, vous frappant presque avec.* Wild Child peut-il le mettre en bouche ?

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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