Answer: I told my Mother there was a big black man hiding under my bed, cause I didn't want to go to bed. She took me into the bedroom and both of us crawled under the bed and she held my hand. She said it made her feel bad cause I told a fib. She gave me a hug and kiss with tears in her eyes and I never ever did it again. I learned a good lesson.
[Just as a note, Mother didn't use the words black man.]
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