You turn and see your father with a gun apotada for you. You know you're having problems. With his speed, you throw yourself behind the bed. You hear a shot, but luckily did not got you. You had to convince them it was you. You see a piece of paper and a pen on the floor, you had an idea. You loose some yelping, out from behind the bed and just hope your father does not shoot you. His father points a gun at you, but somehow ... your mother puts her hand over the weapon. "Wait ... there's something strange about him .... " You get to the paper but your hands were paws now ... you get your mouth to the pen, you hope to write something. When you finish, you push the paper to his parents. Your mother picks up and reads: Its me, (insert your name), do not hurt me!
They believe ?