Imagine the ideal American family. Mother, father, one daughter, white picket fence, the whole nine yards.
One day on the way home from work the father decides to suprise his little girl with a pet she's always wanted. Stopping at the pet store, he picks out an adorable puppy, wagging tail and all. After greeting her father at the door, the little girl is quite thrilled to see the puppy. She begins petting the adorable puppy and playing with it. After a few minutes, the puppy becomes startled and bites her. Not too hard, but just enough to shock the little girl who in return runs crying and screaming to her bedroom, slamming the door shut.
The father feels terrible about this, and later that night listens to her as she's praying.
"Dear god, that puppy hurt me today, and I want you to kill it!"
The father just laughs to himself, walks down the hallway to his bedroom and goes to sleep.
The next morning when he wakes up, much to his surprise, the puppy is dead. On the way home from work he feels awful about the sudden death, so he decides to buy his little girl a kitten.
Again upon the return home, the daughter is delighted to see the fuzzy cute animal, and begins stroking it. After a few minutes of the petting, the little girl accidentally rubs the kitten the wrong way. After being scratched by the irritated kitten, the little girl once again goes running and screaming and crying to her bedroom. Worried about his daughter, the father once again listens in on her prayers.
"Dear god, that kitten hurt me today, and I want you to kill it!"
The father shakes his head, disappointed in the vengefulness of his daughter's words. After waking up the next morning, he discovers the kitten is indeed dead.
The father, thinking the little girl is behind the acts, becomes infuriated. He chastises his daughter, and as his little girl runs down the hallway screaming and crying, the father feels a knot in his stomache. Having had trouble staying focused all day, the father listens to the girl praying once again.
"Dear god, my daddy hurt me today, and I want you to kill him!"
Fearing for his very life, the father struggles in bed for hours, until finally exhausted both mentally and physically, drifts off to sleep.
The next morning he wakes up, happy to be very much alive, proclaiming thankfullness for his life. The man gets up and walks down the hallway to open the front door...
And the milkman is dead.