"What is it, Clarice? What do you hear?"

"Screaming. Some kind of screaming, like a child's voice. I tried to free them. I—I opened the gate to their pen. But they wouldn't run. They just stood there.... They wouldn't run."

"But you could. And you did, didn't you? You ran away."

"Yes. I took one yam and I ran away as fast as I could."

"What became of your yam, Clarice?"

"They killed him."