"Two years ago, my father fell down the stairs and died in the cellar." Bubbles told the door-to-door salesman who stood uninvited, on her welcome mat.
Pointing to the cellar, she continued, “I can still hear him sometimes, begging and pleading for my help.”
Suddenly there was a strident shout that emanated from the basement,"Please Bubbles, I need help!"
The saleman's eyes grew large and his knees nearly buckled. Without saying another word, he turned and stumbled toward his automobile.
"Bubbles, hurry up with that wrench!" her father again yelled.
"Coming daddy," Bubbles replied, and skipped innocently toward the cellar door.
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