"Hey,
my little child,
psst,
my little child,
psst,
it's ok,
everything is ok,
my little child,
don't cry,
psst...
...
It's ok,
everything is gonna be ok,
everything is gonna be ok,
my child,
don't cry,
everything is gonna be ok,
psst...
...
You know,
it hurts,
but every pain goes away,
after a while.
...
You know,
it may hurt,
but it is your function,
your mission,
to please thouse men,
to bring them joy.
...
It may hurt,
but everything is gonna be ok,
psst..."
...
said a smart,
kind,
caring
voice inside of the head
of the little girl who was trying to
hide herself...

"If you love me,
why do you make my tummy hurting so much?"
...
"Coz your love for me,
isn't as big as it should be."

"Mummy,
why does it rain?"
...
"Coz little flowers are thirsty,
the rain helps them to grow into big, beautiful flowers."
...
"And why does it snow?"
...
"The snow is a blanket for the little flowers,
it protects them from the cold of winter,
it warms them.
When it gets warmer, the snow melts,
and the flowers wake up."
...
...
...
"Mummy, why is there blood
(in my underwear)?"
...
"It helps you, to grow up
(fast)
and become beautiful."
...
"And what is this white sauce?"
...
"It's like the snow for the flowers...
it might hurt,
but it protects you from the cold of the world,
it warms you,
(coz you are loved)
It'll melt away when you are
a good child."

"Am I evil?"
asked the puppet
...
"Don't tell her"
said one man to the other
"that it is coz she
indeed
is evil"
...
"Tell her,
it is,
coz you make her better"
...
they wispert
loud enough
for their puppet
to hear everything.

Hi,
my little doll,
it's nice to see you,
now we can play together,
whatever you want.
...
but no,
don't cry,
be quiet,
don't worry.
...
I put this into you,
coz I like you so much.
...
My love,
only my love,
makes you alive.
...
Do you see,
how much I love you?
I'm even spending you,
life!
...
And now,
go home,
and tell your mother,
that we played all the games,
you wanted to.
...
And you want to see me,
soon again.