“I think we might need to take a look inside,” her dad said with a grin.
He left the room for a moment and came back with a heavy-duty electric saw. The little girl’s jaw dropped. Was her dad really allowed to destroy the house?
“Stand back,” he warned.
The noise of the saw filled the room as he plunged the blade into the pristine white wall. Dust flew into the air. He carefully cut a square shape, low to the ground—just big enough for a small child to crawl through.
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The tension in the room was palpable. Her grandmother covered her mouth in anticipation.
Finally, the dad pulled the square piece of drywall free. A dark, gaping hole appeared where a solid wall had been just seconds ago.
“Go on,” he urged her. “See what’s in there.”
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