"You haven't turned into stone, you're perfectly fine." Nana Monty said as she pulled his hand and moved it a little.
"Huh, really? But why did the little bird turn into stone? I don't want the bird to turn into stone." Jayden Maguire grabbed the bird, almost crying: "Little bird, I wasn't lying, please don't turn into stone, I'm begging you."
This kid is just too naïve!
Well, a three-year-old's intelligence can hardly control a thirty-year-old's body.
It's hard to expect too much from Jayden Maguire's current level of understanding. He's not a genius child, just an ordinary kid!
Jayden Maguire held onto the bird tightly, feeling much better as he kept holding it, but the bird remained a stone, and in his hands seemed to grow even a bit bigger.
"Let go of your hand." Nana Monty coaxed him patiently: "Don't worry, just don't think about anything right now, breathe deeply with me… I'm telling you to let go of your hand…"
