One fine spring day, when Audra was about 3 years old little Dougy came to play.

He and Audra were good friends as his sitter lived across the street. Dougy was about 4 or 5 years old at the time.

On this day they decided to play out in her playhouse which her Grandpa Swan had built for her. It was a fine house with windows that had shutters that opened and shut and double wide doors that opened wide enough for her wheelchair.

The house was decorated with a complete play kitchen, pots and pans, toy food, dish's, a cradle with baby dolls and a little table and chair set.

I got them settled in and put on Audra's wheelchair brakes and went back into the house, (leaving the back door open) as they happily played.

About 15 minutes went by when I heard Audra screaming in pain! I ran out to the playhouse to find her in tears, yelling loudly. Dougy stood silent against the wall. "What happend I asked him?" scanning Audra to see if I could figure out what was wrong.

Dougy wouldn't say, I looked down at Audra's bare feet and noticed teeth marks on her right foot. "Dougy I said, did you bite her?"

"I wanted to see if she could feel it" he said

By that time Audra had stopped crying, as I explained to Dougy that "Yes, she certainly could" I brought them both back into the house and we found another acitivity to do. I chuckled later, makes sense, he just wanted to see if she could feel her leg's.