That put him to sleep, but in between doses he woke and cried again, saying that a gator had his leg or a bear was hugging him to death or a snake had wound itself around the long part of his arm and was crushing it.

NEWYORKER: A Tiny Feast

Once again an Author who has what I like to call the boy who cried wolf syndrome!

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