The soft pale pink and blue clouds that had formed a graceful swan now began to turn gray. The swans delicate feathers of white, now were changing to black spikes with blood dripping from its tips. Its beautiful blue eyes were now glowing ambers and as it opened its beek smoke escaped. A shrill echo followed each movement of its lips as the words "run little one run or I shall have you for dinner!"

Bolting upright a scream for mommy rings throughout the room. But instead of mommy a stranger enters the room. Smacking the child across the face.

" Shut up you devil child, now go back to sleep!"

With a shaky hand the child wipes the traces of blood from her lips and snuggles beneath unfamiliar sheets, burying her head in the pillow to stifle her cries. Fearful of more abuse. Laying silently she listens to unfamiliar sounds, the cry of an owl or the rattle of the windows as a train passes by. Peeking over the edge of the sheets, she stares at the shadows on the wall, each one glaring at her with contempt. Her heart races as silent tears carry her off to sleep.

Morning comes, hope within her, thinking it was a bad dream till the stranger opens the door and shouts angrily, "get up you spoilt little brat!"

Climbing out of bed she eases past him till he grabs her collar and shoves her into the kitchen and into a chair. Slamming a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk on the table, he growls eat. Then he turns and walks away. She spies a back door and turns to see if he is watching, a smile crosses his face as he sees the disappointment on her face.

She timidly eats with trembling hands, before she can finish the meal he comes and removes the bowl. Grabbing her by the collar of her dress he drags her kicking all the way and throws her to the bedroom floor. Ripping at her pale pink dress and cotton panties, she screams, he strikes her hard across the face till she stops screaming and begins to whimper as he continues to.......

I don't have to continue, as I am sure you know what the stranger does next. Many children are taken for sexual use by pedophiles. Used until they are no longer worth anything to the stranger. Then they are tossed into trash bins, lakes or anywhere to hid the body. Sometimes simply left to die where they were attacked. I don't know about you but it makes me fighting mad to know this is happening right now as you read this. Alone one person can't do it, but I know with all of us working together we can stop this abuse of the children. Now you can try and push the facts aside,  that you could be lending a hand, pack it off on the next fellow, but it doesn't change the facts. That child is out there alone. Now I want to introduce you to a friend, a man that takes this very seriously, has been searching for missing kids for the past 12 years. We can't all do the leg work or don't have the experience or the knowledge to do this, but he does, he has and will continue with your support. He doesn't live in a mansion or drive a fancy car or wear fancy clothes, he is just a good honest , caring man that gives all of himself to finding these kids. He is Roy Stephens, go pay him a visit and tell him toni sent you....... say hi for me as well....