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When babies attack:
You know the thing about a baby, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye.
When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the nap room turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.
Y'know by the end of that first nap time, lost a hundred children! I don't know how many toddlers, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many babies, they averaged six an hour.
On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Toddler, bosom's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the playpen, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist.
Seriously though, scary if it's not fake. Kids can do some crazy stuff so I can see how it could be true.
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