D: I had a bad dream – it was a nightmare!
Me: What was it?
D: You and me went to a shop and we bought a crocodile. It wasn’t a real crocodile – it was a statue.
Then, when we got home, I thought “I’m not scared of this!” And I touched it. It broke into pieces, and you there was all real crocodiles inside that moved around. One of the crocodiles got hold of my hair and passed it to the other crocodile, who ate part of my head and drank my blood. He liked my head and blood SO much that he ate all of me and I was dead.
Me: That’s probably because of the book we’re reading. But you’ve not really had your head eaten by a crocodile, have you?
D: No.
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