Sasha's Hiding Place

by David Yehudah, Bellflower, CA, USA

Last night I heard Willoughby looking for Sasha. He was walking from room to room and calling for her. Then I heard her voice coming from the garage downstairs.

Willoughby:

"Where are you, Sasha?"

Sasha:

"I'm hiding."

Willoughby:

"Where?"

Sasha:

"You can't find me, because I'm hiding."

Willoughby:

"I'm going to find you."

Sasha:

"No, you won't, because I'm hiding."

Willoughby:

"Yes, I will. And I'm going to hug you and kiss you and make mad, passionate love to you all night long."

Sasha:

"No, you won't, because I'm hiding, behind the Volkswagen with the flat tire."

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