After being changed and carried downstairs, Jennifer was placed into her playpen. Her mother had to mow the lawn so she left Jennifer alone, figuring that she won’t cause much trouble. Jennifer looked pouted in her crib, feeling helpless. She can’t stand or walk, her mother can’t understand her, and the only thing to get her out of this mess is now out of her reach. She was about to give up and accept her fate, but then she remembered something.
“The jewelry box,” she said out loud.
Whenever her mother found a jewel she would always place it in her jewelry box upstairs in her room. Jennifer knew that this was her chance. She was going to get that gemstone and wish her out of this mess. First, she needed to escape her playpen. Jennifer started to push against the net-like wall as hard as she could. After giving it one more hard push, the playpen tipped over and Jennifer tumbled onto the floor.
“Now for the gemstone,” she said to herself.