"You are not crazy," Gillian said, but the kids interrupted her.
"But my friends said I am crazy, and they pushed me into the dust." The child said, crying out loudly.
"No, I know that you are not crazy, and I believe you. Do you remember where you saw that dog?" Gillian asked.
"Mmmh, I think I saw it on the western border." The child said as he tilted his head adorably as he tried to remember the specific place he had seen this hideous creature.
"Can you take me there?" She asked him with a serious expression.
He nodded his head so vigorously that she feared that it was going to come off.
She stood up and took the kid's hand as she let him lead the way. After walking for almost an hour, with the kid constantly saying, 'Not here, I think it here.'
After some time, finally, they came to the place where the kid seemed so sure that that was the place.
Gillian frowned. She felt cautious at that place.
