Slappy- Brought to Life

The paper. She had tucked it back into his pocket.
If I read the words again, Kris thought, it will put him back to sleep.
She reached out and grabbed him. He tried to jerk away, but she was too quick.
The folded sheet of yellow paper was in her hand.
“Give me that!” he cried. He swiped at it, but Kris swung it out of his reach.
She unfolded it quickly. And before the dummy could grab the paper out of her hands, she read the strange words aloud:
“Karru marri odonna loma molonu karrano.”
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 They entered their bedroom to find the window wide open, the curtains slapping wildly, rain pouring in. “Oh, no!” Kris hurried across the room to shut the window.
As she leaned over the chair to grab the window frame, Slappy reached up and grabbed her arm.
“Hey, slave — is that other guy gone?” the dummy asked in a throaty growl. “I thought he’d never leave!”

- Night of the Living Dummy, chapters 20 and 25