David gets eaten by animals.
David falls off the chair.
David hurts himself on the sidewalk.
"One time my friend David got bited by a crocodile," Sam said last night.
The thing is, Sam doesn't have any friends named David. Grandpa's name is David, but he made it clear these tales are not about grandpa. I can only guess who he is imagining and what will happen next to that poor boy.
"How is your friend David today," I asked.
"My friend David did not get eaten by any crocodiles or any tigers or any lions," he replied.
"So is he having a good day?" I asked.
"Yes," said Sam. "Someday he's going to get in trouble by crocodiles. They're going to be wrestling him."
It's time to start praying now, David.
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