They always told him that his sister had a beautiful heart. And the little boy could never understand. How did they know this? The boy knew where the human being's heart was. Did they open her up to see her heart? Was it really as golden as his grandmother once said? The heart in his schoolbook was red. The boy wanted to know the truth. So one night he went to take a look. And he opened up his sleeping sister. But her heart was not golden or beautiful - it was red and bloody and disgusting. And he put her heart back where it belonged and went back to sleep. And in the morning he wanted to tell his sister the truth too. But she did not wake up anymore.