
So, for a big tax write off, you adopt a child of the meth devastated mid west. A mute boy is named Methew Phones. This boy's parents died in a shoot out with the police when the fuzz came to shut down their meth lab. His only possessions are the clothes on his back and the foot-tall, fired-clay Groundhog he carries around with him everywhere. He's a nice kid and he cleans house while you are at work.