Slappy- Lifting Kid

“Hey!” Brandon let out a startled cry. He grabbed for Slappy. Missed.

  Slappy scrambled quickly to his feet. He swung around on his flimsy legs — and grabbed me with both wooden hands.

  “Whoooooaah!” I shouted as the dummy lifted me off my feet and into the air.

  How can he be so strong?

  Is it his deep evil that gives him so much power?

  The questions flashed through my mind. But I didn’t have time to figure out the answers.

  The wooden hands dug into my ribs. Before I could move or squirm or twist or cry out, the dummy raised me high over his head — and heaved me into the back of the grinding truck.

  “Noooo!”

-Slappy New Year, chapter 23