A/N: hello! This is part 2 for this series of 'The Five Children'. This part is kinda wierd so if you have any questions of something, tell me and i'll help you. This poem is talking about the puppet if you don't understand. :D
After the man was done with his job, the echos of our screams, were so long gone.
As it turns into night, and there's just a single light, we just close our eyes, and all say 'goodnight'.
Just floating in the dark, we see a shining dot, reaching with all our might, our vision is filled with light.
We are back inside the room, but we know something is wrong, we look down at our hands, but see fur instead.
We don't know who did this, but all we want to say, is 'thank you' for saving us, and giving us a chance.
