The writer is the youngest of four siblings and for that reason he always wants to achieve his

independence aside from his parents’ house, so he started selling his stories since his childhood.
He finished a new book, it was about a tiger that lose its teeth and became a vegetarian, a child
book, but when the story was send the editor reject it, for its lack of originality, that was the last
book he needs to finally gets its independence, but, rejected, what could happen. The writer starts
to search in his memory, what could happen, and then he remembers the young student at the
bar whom he told his new book idea, “how silly should I be, surely that’s how it happened”.

The writer stars walking down the street, and reach a filthy neighborhood, he stars feeling dizzy,
and the fear climbs up to his head. “Where are I am?” suddenly he faint, and fall to the floor. He
wakes up, in what it seems to be an open coffin, “maybe someone is playing me a trick” – he raise
his body and go out the casket, just to notice that he is inside a big cage, a really weird one,
because he can’t see the bars, but he knows is imprisoned. He turns around just to see that where
the coffin was, now is a table with three rings, an iron one, a gold one and one made of something
he doesn’t recognize, he take the last one. The table disappear, the writer blinks an automatically
is on a carrot field, and where he had the ring, now has a rabbit “What is going on?” – he starts to
get stressed, and scream and breathe, breathe again.

The writer is in his bed, his eyes were about to explode, or that was what he felt, his mom is sit in
the bottom of the bed.

- You had a nightmare.

- Yes mom it was awful, I’m scare, I don’t want to move out.
- You’re eight, you’re too young to do it, just sleep.

He hugs his mom.