Clara's eyes grew wide she turned to Dukey throwing up her hands. “Dukey!” she yelled over the noise of the sander. She grabbed his hand dragging him outside to her Daddy's truck. Inside the bed was a sledge hammer. “Dukey, you must use this to get Daddy out. He is going to hurt himself in there. Please? Do this for me. I promise you won't regret it.” Clara smiled at him, as she pulled open the tailgate of the truck, nearly hitting Dukey. “Oh, sorry.”