Multigenerational
The stage beneath her began to turn, and then suddenly it was not a stage, but a carousel populated by wolves and wild dogs and other dark beasts. They were fixed in place on the carousel, and yet somehow they were alive, roaring and howling as the carousel spun faster and faster through the darkness. The bench she'd been sitting on had become a vicious hound. It yapped and growled as she clung to its black fur in terror.
Jessica went to visit her grandfather.
He lived by himself and sometimes he got lonely.
When she got there, her grandfather was sitting on the back step holding a bowl of milk.
"There's a wild little cat in the bushes,"; he said. "She must be hungry, but she won't come out."
"You can't rush a cat, Granddaddy" Jessica said.
