Lights in the Shed

Last night I woke up at 10:00. There were lights outside my window. They were moving in my dad’s shed. The lights kept moving up and down.

I was scared. I put my head under the covers. I went under the bed.

At 10:20, the lights were still there. They were bobbing up and down. The lights went on and off. Who was in my dad’s shed?

It was time to read a book. The book was not scary. It was funny. It did not make me laugh.

I got up and went to the window. The lights were still moving. They were still bobbing up and down. I did not like it at all.

It was time to go down the hall. My parents would know what to do.
“Mom,” I said when I came to her room. “Mom.”
“What is it, dear?” she asked.
“Mom, there is someone in Dad’s shed,” I said.
“What?” she asked.
“There is someone in Dad’s shed,” I said.
“That is good,” she said. “It is Dad. He is trying to catch the mouse!”
“Oh,” I said. “I am going back to bed.”