Under the Rug

             Two weeks passed and it happened again. Poor Mr. Johnson was about to go crazy. It was really hard on him. What was he going to do? He really didn't know what to do. There was something under the rug, but whenever he lifted it up, the bump disappeared.  He saw the bump! There it was! He picked up his chair and smashed it, and it made a moaning noise. Then the bump slowly seemed to disappear. That was the last time Mr. Johnson would ever see the bump, he was free, free, free! But he never found out what the bulge in the rug was, and that was almost as bad as seeing it everyday. He wished for it to come back so he could see what it was. But it never did, and it never will.