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Mommy and Daddy are sending me to summer camp. I’m not terribly happy about this. It wouldn’t be such a problem, but they did not consult me about it first. People should always consult me first. If they don’t, well then, they don’t deserve to be consulted first either, do they? That seems logical to me. That seems fair to me. I think things should always be logical, always be fair. People should get what’s coming to them, whether they are mommies or daddies or kiddies or little kitty-cats. Some people don’t understand this though. Mommy and Daddy don’t understand this. The people from the summer camp who came to take me away in the back of the big white van didn’t understand it, either, even though I tried to explain it to them. I was very polite. I was very polite, just like Mommy and Daddy taught me to be. I’m always polite, so I don’t understand why no one understands. When they came, I smiled. I smiled the smile that Ms. McAdams told me once was very charming. Sometimes Ms. McAdams understands me. She used to. It’s a shame she had to go away. While I was still smiling, I tried to explain to them about the cat. I told them how I want to be a scientist one day. I am only ten years old, and I already know that I want to be a scientist. I like to know what happens when you do things to people, and cats. It’s very interesting. It was very interesting how much blood came out. I want to find out how much blood is in things. It was just a dumb cat. Mommy doesn’t like it when I say things like that, like it was just a dumb cat. She cries. And she says “But Danny...” and then stops and doesn’t say anything more. I never know what she means to say after that. I don’t think she is very smart. But Danny, but Danny, but Danny... that is all that goes on in that dumb woman’s mind. But as dumb as mommy is, that is how dumb Daddy is times ten. He doesn’t say anything at all. He just sits there. Allan is even dumber. Allan cannot talk at all. Allan can just make gurgling noises like a thing when it’s drowning, or says stupid things like little pieces of sentences, or cries. When I pointed this out to Mommy, I said maybe something was wrong with him. Then she finished one of the “but Danny”s. She said “But Danny, he’s only two.” I don’t think this is any excuse. When I was two, I spoke fluent English. It’s not my fault I am smarter than all of them. I don’t like Allan very much. I don’t like Mommy or Daddy very much. Sometimes I pretend to, but I don’t like them very much at all. They do bad things to me, like sending me away to summer camp when I do not want to go. When I left, Mommy cried. I did not understand why. I thought maybe I should cry, too, but I looked at Daddy and the people with the van and they were not crying, so I decided not to. I don’t ever cry, not even when I fall and skin my knee, so I don’t see why I should do it now, that’s what I figured. Here’s what else I figure: Mommy and Daddy will get it. That was all I thought about when I left in the van: how they were going to get it. They are going to get it for sending me away, that’s what I thought about while I was passing all of the trees and then the fields with cows and then more trees and then more fields. Dumb cows. I wonder how much blood they have in them? I want to find out. I want to be a scientist. But it isn’t so bad here. There are some people who are like me. Like Lucy. I told her I’d be her friend if she gave me her extra cookie that she got for good behavior. She gave it to me. So I am her friend, right now. Lucy poked this kid’s eye out with a pencil, so that’s why she’s at summer camp. In the mornings we go to Empathy. Empathy is a big room, with lots of chairs. No desks, so it’s not like school. And that is good, because I hate school. Except for Ms. McAdams, sometimes. It’s too bad she had to leave. Most people are stupid. In Empathy we sometimes watch videos. And the people here, the counselors, tell you what the people are feeling like in the videos. Like there is one video of a man who finds out that his fish died, and then he cries. I found out, you are supposed to cry, too. You get points for cookies when you cry and say, “That is so sad” or something like that. Empathy is very useful. Next there is counseling. Counseling is where I go and talk to that dumb bitch. I told her once she was a dumb bitch, but she was upset by that and took points away, so I don’t say it aloud anymore. She asks me questions about how I felt about the dumb cat and what I was thinking and stuff. I don’t understand why she is so interested in that cat. But I learned now, I should have hidden it better. The cat and the tail. And the leg. Because that is what got me here: they found the leg. Like Lucy and the fat kid’s eyeball, she probably should have just killed him after she did that. In the afternoons we take a walk. We stroll around the courtyard. There are two counselors for every camper. There is a courtyard in the middle of it, the building. There is a sign over the wall that says “McGrath Center for the Research and Rehabilitation of Pre-Psychopathy, 389 Turnbull Avenue.” I don’t know what that means, “psychopathy,” but I think it has something to do with the cat and the eyeball. McGrath is the dumb bitch. Lucy and I talk about how we will get out of this place. We can do it, and here’s why: we don’t care how many people we kill. I would even kill Lucy, if I had to to get free of this place. She doesn’t know that. And after I get out, I will get my parents what they have coming, because things should always be logical and fair. They are just a dumb Mommy and a dumb Daddy.