We sat in the car for a while, whistling out to her, but she didn't come out.

She looked dead at us.

I lost a dog before. I know somebody's out there looking for their baby.

My dad sat me in front of the TV, and instead of putting on Nick Jr. or something, he put me in front of 'Jailhouse Rock' and all the Elvis movies.

I was a chunky little kid, and when they sat me in that wagon, it tipped backward and I banged my head on the (concrete) floor. I was howling pretty good, but Dad went outside and cried his eyes out.

It just sat up there for a minute, but then it fell off.