Mama always told me not to go outside the house. She said there were bad people lurking outside. Bad men who will take me away and then I'll never be able to see mama. But I was always fascinated by the outside world. So one day, when mama was not at home, I quietly sneaked outside the house. I had just roamed around for a while, when a man found me and took me back home. Luckily, he didn't tell mama about this, otherwise she'd be upset. Later that day, I heard sirens beeping outside the house. Many men barged in, some of whom consoled me, telling me that I'll be safe now, while the others started taking mama away, who was shrieking and crying. I then heard a man saying,"Yes sir, we've found the child, the same one who was kidnapped 6 years ago."
(Inspired from a story prompt I found online)
