Kids are unaccountable in their fears. I remember I was scared to the same pitch of hysteria by a cartoon cowboy- and ventriloquist's doll- called Hank. When the theme music started I had about three seconds to run from the room before his dead-eyed puppet face, with its big droopy moustaches, popped out of nowhere and filled the screen. Hank was supposed to be a lovable character
What do you do? Yesterday we went and sat in the back yard and all the time he was yelling and screaming about rabbits. I took him into the ginnel- away from the rabbit- and he kicked the football for a minute or two, but then the horrors returned.