My 6-year-old daughter told her teacher “it hurts to sit” and drew a picture that

The room seemed to spin as I took in Officer Daniels’s words. “The suspect isn’t human?” I repeated, my mind struggling to grasp what he meant. The police officer nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and bewilderment.

“The lab found traces of a substance that’s organic but not human,” Daniels explained. “It’s… well, it’s from an animal.”

An animal? I felt a surge of confusion and a flicker of hope. If the stain wasn’t human, then maybe Nathan was innocent. But what kind of animal could hurt my daughter in such a way?

Emily was sitting beside me, clutching my hand tightly. The nurse had given her a popsicle to calm her down, but she hadn’t touched it. She looked up at me, her eyes wide.

“It was big, Mommy,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “And it was scary.”

With Emily’s words echoing in my mind, I turned to Officer Daniels. “Do you have any idea what kind of animal it could be?”

He shook his head. “Not yet. We’re still investigating. But there’s something else.” He paused, looking at Emily with a gentle smile. “Emily, sweetie, can you tell us more about what scared you?”

Emily hesitated, her small brow furrowed in thought. “It had big eyes,” she said finally. “And it made a funny noise.”

Big eyes? A funny noise? My mind raced, trying to piece the puzzle together. Could it have been some kind of large bird or a wild animal that wandered into Nathan’s yard? But how did it get so close to Emily without Nathan noticing?

Officer Daniels’s partner stepped forward, holding a tablet. “We did some digging around Nathan’s property,” he said, scrolling through photos. “We found tracks and some feathers. Based on the prints and the description, it might be an exotic bird. Possibly an escaped pet.”

The pieces began to fit together. Nathan had recently mentioned a new neighbor who kept exotic animals. Could one have escaped and inadvertently frightened Emily? The thought was bizarre, yet strangely comforting. It meant Nathan was likely innocent.

“Can I see the drawing?” I asked, needing to reevaluate with this new perspective in mind.

Officer Daniels handed me the paper. Emily had drawn a creature with large circular eyes and a round body, with what looked like wings. The drawing, once terrifying, now seemed almost comical in its childlike innocence.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. “Emily,” I said softly, “it looks like you might have seen a bird, a very big bird.”

Her eyes widened in amazement, not fear. “A birdie?” she whispered, as if the idea of such a large bird was beyond belief.

We spent the next few hours talking to Nathan, who was more than relieved to learn he was no longer under suspicion. He apologized profusely, vowing to speak with his neighbor about securing their animals.

As we left the police station, I held Emily close. The ordeal had been terrifying, yet it had shown me the strength of my family. We had faced our fears and emerged intact.

Later that night, as I tucked Emily into bed, she looked up at me and smiled. “Mommy, can we see the birdie again?”

I laughed, kissing her forehead. “Maybe,” I said. “But next time, we’ll make sure it’s in a cage.”