The Story of a Dwarf Abducted by a Child

The mother comes home. And she goes upstairs with the babysitter and looks inside the kids room, which was a lock on the door. The dwarf explains that he was a census worker who came to the house in the five or 10 minutes that the kid was on his own. So there you go. I'm not entirely sure why I'm emailing you this. It might just be a combination of midgets and retards that made me think of your yoke pod. That's a brilliant story.