Stanley Berpsmog spent a lot of time in his room to escape his mean older sister, seven year old Bertha. Not that his room was all that interesting. She had already broken all his toys she could get her hands on.
He lay on his stomach on his bottom sheet, having kicked all of the rest of his bedding to the floor. Now he threw his pillow on the floor too. He would have liked to punch someone.
But hmmm. His bottom sheet had an interesting hole in it about the size of red grape. He stuck his finger in the hole. It was warm. No, it was hot!